Inner Woman Volume 2

A soft warm sweater

Or better

A feather light blanket

Of mohair and silk

The textures wrapped around me

Sink sympathy and love through

Skin long since wrinkled

With life’s long rush

A card on the mantle

Speaks of family and love

Like the softest kid leather

Of winter’s suede glove

Steaming hot chocolate

Miniature marshmallows float

Under whipped cream toppings

Each taste a kiss of hope

Fluffy banana pancakes

Root beer floats

Grilled cheese sandwiches

Melt hunger like home and

Mother’s sweet touch

Yet each an all of them

The tastes and the textures

Remind me of hugs

I no longer have

And still they are comfort

Each day, and every minute

As the scent of my roses

Bring them to me wrapped

Inside my heart

Memories are treasure

My own sweet pleasure