words of comfort

Soft blankets, warmly clasped between hands

Pulled over head, to block out the light.

Not today. Not any day She says, defiant. I object.

She pads softly down the stairs,

Skipping the fifth one –

It always creaks, letting you know she’s there.

Wafting scent of brown butter in the kitchen,

So sweet, heavenly divine.

Angels at the mixing bowl;

Crying tears of joy into the batter.

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