Comfort

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Week of Jan. 16:  Click here to READ THIS WEEK'S SELECTIONS or click Comfort and General Writing to read all recent submissions.  To view or download the pages below as pdf files, click the newspaper's name in the attachments below.

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I wrote your name in the sand

it got washed away

I wrote your name on paper

it was thrown away

I wrote your name in the air

it was blown away

I wrote your name in the snow

it melted away

I wrote your name on the computer

a virus took it away

I wrote your name on my heart

and forever it will stay!

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Warming my hands at a fire

Lifting my spirit higher

Sitting down and writing a tale

While outside, it begins to hail

Roasting marshmallows with my friends

It seems like a day that never ends.

Purrs tunnel through my ears. A chubby body curls up next to me. Warm saliva covers my hand from a sandpaper tongue. My cat, Oops, comforts me in my loneliness. His olive colored eyes look up at me and the sparkle in them make me feel comfortable. The warm feeling reminds me of a starry night in the deep emerald sea. A figure jumps off my bed and a shadow walks out my door. 

Alone again…..

I’m at my white desk, sitting there doing my reading homework; when I realize I feel so uncomfortable! I’m not sitting comfortably instead I’m kneeling in my seat. All I want to do is write and but nothing is on my mind except boredom.     

I take a break and I walk over to my bed. I had decided to lie in my bed as a way to relax.  I see my silent reading book on my nightstand next to my bed. The title of the book I’m reading is Floors. When I’m uncomfortable, I like read a book to help me calm down and take a deep breath.  That is what I’m trying to do now as I reach for the book off of my nightstand.

However, I know reading the book is wrong because I’m suppose to do my homework.  I go back to my desk for a second time to start working on my assignment; but all I can think about is the book Floors. The last time I read, I was getting to the interesting part of the book where a lot of suspense was growing.    

I decide to leave my bedroom downstairs and head to the kitchen upstairs.  “I shouldn’t,” I thought out loud.

Mom is just going to say “NO! Now, go back downstairs and start writing.”   Read more »

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“Woof, woof!” travels through my ear drum. My chunky little boxer rubs against me. Slobber drenches my hands from an abrasive tongue. My little dog, Rusty, comforts me when I feel gloomy. His smooth brown fur reminds me of delicious chocolate fudge. I know I feel safe with his fuzzy little head on my body. I see a brown figure in the mirror. I get up to follow him to his cage.       

   Now I feel comfort…

If I am upset or lonely and need comfort I slide under my pink flowery bed. Under my bed I feel like I am in an alternate universe of pillows that look like clouds. I have so much enjoyment that every problem will vanish into the clouds.

Under my bed I draw a beautiful place on a piece of paper nearby. I’m having such a great time that I forget I’m under my bed. As I start to stand up to get a snack, I bonk my head hard.  Then I lie back down and roll out from under my bed. Under my bed is the most comfortable place in the world.

Do you have something that comforts you?  I have a fuzzy blanket that I received as a gift from my family on the day I was born.  My blanket is white with soft sides and a fuzzy middle.  The holes in the middle are getting larger these days; some of the holes are from my cats when they’re fighting though. Read more »

Just a little, old, tattered blanket. It comforts me whenever I am feeling down. On cold days, it provides a substantial amount of warmth. It's just enough to make my day. If I am in an argument with my family, I go to my blanket. Never has it failed to make me feel like there is hope, reminding me that maybe everything will be better by tomorrow. The blanket travels with me, a soft ,snug, and comforting companion. It travels with me in the car, always draped around my shoulders, or protecting my feet from the cold that surrounds me.

Someday, something will happen in my life that I will be able to thank the blanket for. It might be responsible for giving me the courage to take a big step in my life. I don’t know when I’ll be able to let someone else take it and use it, but there will be a day when I am able to find comfort in other people, or other things in my life. That will be the day when the blanket is just a regular blanket to me. That will be the day when instead of being draped around my shoulders, it will be around my child's shoulders to make sure she stays warm. That will be the day when my child uses the blanket as a sign of hope that tells her today is not the end. There is always tomorrow to make things right. But for now, it is just my little, old, tattered blanket.

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Waiting For Safe
If I am waiting for safe, I know what I can do Read more »

My stomach is aching.

Moans,

pleading.

Then a murmured soft tone meets my ears.

Pain subsiding,

Warmth blanketing,

a voice soothing me. 

My eyes flutter open;

before me a familiar face,  

Welcoming eyes,

that speak to me without even saying a word. 

Once again peaceful, gentle silence.