Although I rather felt nigh unto death
a few days ago, I found myself longing
for something of comfort. Turning the
thought around in my head, several
words came to mind . . . comfort food,
loveys, security blankets . . . Where
the hell did these come from? I had to
chuckle; they were from the days of
my own babies.
I felt another chuckle coming on, or
should I say grimace, when I got to
thinking about how these very things
bleed into our adulthood. They may
be called by different names, but they
are there; make no mistake.
Nothing like a few scoops of ice cream
to make me feel better when I feel the
blues coming on! I love a fleecy blanket
when I'm sick; it cuddles like a mother,
after all! Isn't that why we like hot soup
when we have a cold? "Please, read me
a story, Daddy, please please!" Can't
you just hear yourself saying that in
your memory of years?!
Not sure I found any great answers,
but I rather like having sussed this out
a bit. Next time I feel sick, I'm going
straight for the blanket and sure hope
my lover is up for telling me tales out
of school!
not feeling so hot
can i sit on your lap please
missing my daddy
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