I loved this. 🙂
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Paraphrasing Munchkin number 2, ..”You ‘did it’ so completely, That we thank you very sweetly.
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I love this. I love this. I love this. Original, complete, practical and tender, and a long overdue tribute to the undersung friend of our resting, retreating, refreshing times of life.
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Thanks so much!
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This is wonderful
Charmingly delightful……So rich in metaphor….great imagery. I especially liked these lines:
‘If crumbs fell from a snack
Would always save them for later.’
Really loved this and ideal apropos picture!♡
Very cool! I still have the baby blanket my mother made me. It’s tucked safely inside my nightstand.
Sweet memories, not too heavy nor light. Irreplaceable 🙂
Happiness is a warm blanket. Linus got it right.
Good one . I love when creative writing can bring inanimate objects to life. Well done 🙂
This is just perfect. I couldn’t help but feel nostalgic right along with you.
So I have to know: what did the Inspiration Comforter look like? 🙂
I still have the one I like. It’s burgundy red.
🙂 Now I can see it even better.
Very good! Enjoyed reading. 🙂
This is absolutely beautiful. I love the exposed sentiment and history behind something as simple as a comforter. I’ll never look at mine the same way again. 🙂
thank god no love made at my bed 🙂
it’s sin free
I prefer using others’ comforters baby
Your comforter has stood the test of time as a security blanket. I love the story your poem tells. ❤
This poem is a testament of GOOD POETRY. I love it, and I’ve never had a comforter myself. I love the use of your sentence construction, and the personification of the comforter as well. I was left with a smile on my face from such good work! Keep at it
an ode to a warm blanket. perfect.
What a great poem. The personification was wonderful. 🙂
Clever as always. Have a great week.
This is wonderful. I feel your comfort and your discomfort;)
Just shared your blog on mine 😏 Hope you don’t mind
Not at all. I’m all for sharing.
Never thought of my comforter this way. Absolutely love this poem. I almost want a part of it stitched ONTO my comforter
I shan’t look at a duvet the same ever again! 🙂
What a beautiful love poem. I read it and re-read it…I love it.
What a delight!
You reminded me of my grandmother’s velvet bathrobe! It was black or a dark navy blue. I snuggled up under it on a cold night and in my youthful attitude and ignorance, believed it could keep me warm at the North Pole!
I love that memory. Thank you for starting it! Hugs!!
That’s a memory worthy of a poem. Thanks
Thank you for writing that lovely poem.
Beautiful. So much love in these words. Thank you.
This made me feel like a kid.
But what about the most important trait of a proper comforter – protection from the Monster Under The Bed! 😉
Yes, indeed. You are right.
Is it sick to love a comforter? If so, I don’t care. How could you not love something that envelops you with warmth and softness.
Your imagery here is delightful! I am thinking of a favorite comforter that travels around our house, has provided warmth to many and as you suggest, continues to do it’s job without fail. What a wonderful tribute to a blankie!
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