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Oh, My Dearest Bed

An ode to comfortable beds

By Hope MartinPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

Oh, my dearest bed.

How sweet it is to dive in your embrace after a long, hard, day.

Your pillow-top memory-foam or whatever it’s called is perfectly worn to the contours of my aching, tired body.

And my bones sigh in relief as you make contact with my body, and my feet ache in relief.

Oh my dearest bed.

How I wish I could spend more time each day, pressed into your sweet lumps.

But children rise early,

The day starts quickly.

And there’s so much to do.

So my darling, dearest, most best friend bed-

Wait for me until tonight.

When we shell meet again.

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About the Creator

Hope Martin

Find my fantasy book "Memoirs of the In-Between" on Amazon in paperback, eBook, and hardback, in the Apple Store, or on the Campfire Reading app.

Follow the Memoirs Facebook age here!

I am a mother, a homesteader, and an abuse survivor.

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    Written by Hope Martin