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!
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!!
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
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. 🙂
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.
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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Hey, Jim. It looks like I just had a little troll. Take care and have a happy holiday.
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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.
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Yes, indeed. You are right.
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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! 😉
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Thank you for writing that lovely poem.
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Beautiful. So much love in these words. Thank you.
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That’s a memory worthy of a poem. Thanks
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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!!
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What a delight!
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What a beautiful love poem. I read it and re-read it…I love it.
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I shan’t look at a duvet the same ever again! 🙂
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Never thought of my comforter this way. Absolutely love this poem. I almost want a part of it stitched ONTO my comforter
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Not at all. I’m all for sharing.
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Just shared your blog on mine 😏 Hope you don’t mind
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Very nice!!
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This is wonderful. I feel your comfort and your discomfort;)
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Clever as always. Have a great week.
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Thank You!
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What a great poem. The personification was wonderful. 🙂
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an ode to a warm blanket. perfect.
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I prefer using others’ comforters baby
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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
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Your comforter has stood the test of time as a security blanket. I love the story your poem tells. ❤
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🙂
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thank god no love made at my bed 🙂
it’s sin free
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Thank you!
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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. 🙂
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🙂 Now I can see it even better.
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I still have the one I like. It’s burgundy red.
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Very good! Enjoyed reading. 🙂
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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? 🙂
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Good one . I love when creative writing can bring inanimate objects to life. Well done 🙂
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Happiness is a warm blanket. Linus got it right.
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Sweet memories, not too heavy nor light. Irreplaceable 🙂
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Very cool! I still have the baby blanket my mother made me. It’s tucked safely inside my nightstand.
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Sweet.
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Really loved this and ideal apropos picture!♡
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Thanks Bushka!
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Charmingly delightful……So rich in metaphor….great imagery. I especially liked these lines:
‘If crumbs fell from a snack
My comforter…
Would always save them for later.’
Cheers!
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Thanks so much!
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This is wonderful
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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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Paraphrasing Munchkin number 2, ..”You ‘did it’ so completely, That we thank you very sweetly.
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Thanks
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I loved this. 🙂
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