Mother
I am the original comfort food.
A creamy bowl of oatmeal, sprinkled with cinnamon sugar.
A warm bun straight from the oven with a pat of melting butter.
A steaming cup of chicken noodle soup that warms inside and out.
Baby
Comforted, Nurtured, Nourished.
His breath smells like vanilla scented rice pudding.
Simply delicious.
Lovely, Nicole.
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ReplyDeleteit is wonderful that you are venturing into poetry, Nicole.
ReplyDeleteSuch a warm atmosphere, I can smell the vanilla...
I could smell that baby goodness as I was reading...
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ReplyDeleteI also like my oatmeal cookies plain, so this is right down my ally.
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