Comfort

Comfort is here

In the warmth of your voice

In the touch of soft fur

That graces your flesh

In eyes like limpid pools of black opal

Which grace your beautiful puppy face

Silence graces us in the deep

As I seek for a place of velvet

Amidst all the painful feelings

Past harsh words have wrought

When attack comes at you

Causing bullet wounds to psychic flesh

Best to seek refuge

Here within the things that

Elevate life

Poetry

Words of kindness

Eggs on toast

But what comforted most

Was the warmth of your voice on the telephone

Willing to listen understand

And be fully there for me

In my time of greatest need