Old Sweater

I am your favorite old sweater

Keeping you warm

In the night

 

I am scratchmade chicken soup

Ginger ale

Loaf of freshly baked bread

The dog at the foot of your bed

 

Feeling crappy

Shivering

Then baking

Throated battleground

Trench warfare

Misery

My arm

Gathers you in

Support

Strength

 

Find enough to soldier on

Take care of the kids

One step

One step

 One step at a time

Cup of herbal tea with honey

Hot bath

Fresh pj’s

 

Why does my body betray me

Feel the force

Drive away the inner demons

Drive away the pain

 

Stares down cold threats

Finds strength within

Finds a reason to go on and on

That’ll never be a sin

 

David Trudel  ©  2012

 

 

 

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