Everyone has something that
Brings them comfort--
A picture from years ago, memories of
Learning to ride a bike--making the effort.
A certain song or singer,
Perfume scent or aftershave,
Warmth and peace wash over you
In a nostalgic wave.
Certain toys you'll always treasure
Until they fall apart--
Because of the joy it gave you,
And the imprint it left on your heart.
And then there are
The comfort foods Mom made you
When you were sick or sad.
You still make them like she used to do.
Each persons' "comforter"
Varies according to their lives.
Whether memory, food, or other--
It is their greatest prize.
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