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


Then baking

Throated battleground

Trench warfare


My arm

Gathers you in




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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