You're All The Comfort I Need
When I think about comfort ...
Whenever I thought about comfort,
I’d imagine a pillow or two,
Maybe a blanket to keep me warm,
But I never once thought about you.
There were ointments to rub on my knees
To help take the joint pain away,
To me it was a form of comfort –
Yes, something to be used every day.
My wardrobe stopped being so stylish,
It was comfort that I always wore.
No more high heels or skirts to my thighs,
I wanted to live without being sore.
Then my thoughts about comfort altered.
Emotions soon took over my life.
Whatever happened from day to day,
I felt comfort just being your wife.
You were always there as a constant,
You made sure you’d always succeed
To bring a smile where a frown had been -
Your love is all the comfort I need.
About the Creator
Margaret Brennan
I am a 78-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.
My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.
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Comments (3)
I always knew my brother had a heart of gold. You proved it with your poem to him.
I called in my wife to read this and said, "See? Why don't you say nice things like that about me?" She laughed and slapped the back of my head. Then she kissed me and went back to making breakfast. Love this and it's great advice to us older folk who take love for granted.
You're so right. we often don't think of others as a means of comfort. As a former teacher, once home from school, I'd reach for a cup of coffee and sit and relax never thinking I should sit and converse with my husband. Thank you for a wonderful eye-opening perspective.