Weaved Comfort
Simply a blanket
Comfort is a state of mind
Or so I have been told
But the mind is unpredictable
Especially as we grow old.
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Our mind holds all our memories
A library of sorts
With miles of endless catalogued aisles
With indexes of course
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Not indexed alphabetically
But by chronological events
My first memory of comfort would be
The newborn experience
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N1 is how it’s indexed
New born, first memory
Reaction – Happy, comforted, safe
Setting – swaddled in a blanket, mother loving me
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An endless number of memories
I could go on and on
But let’s condense this to
The challenge we are on.
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Over my life
I’ve come to know that
moments of comfort
Will come and go
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Snippets of time
We hold so dear
Can give us comfort
Or torture with fear
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The most constant comfort
I would have to say
Is when I am wrapped in a blanket
At any time of day
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In the morning with my first coffee
Gazing through the glass
Watching the sun shine bright
upon the dew kissed grass.
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On a cool , crisp fall evening
relaxing in my chair
with a warm cup of cocoa as
changing leaves float through the air
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When it is time for sleep
tensions unwind
I reach for my blanket
and relax my mind
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There upon my dresser top
is the picture of my Mom and Pop
and at the tender age of 61
the most profound feeling of comfort
Is that first .. Memory N1
About the Creator
Debbie Steinmetz
I am a life long story teller, writer of poetry, prose, song lyrics, and short stories. I have some published poetry from many years ago.
As a natural empath I use the feelings I’m experiencing from others as inspiration for my writing.
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