My Warming Pad Poem by Deanna Samuels

This cold winter,
what a boon
my warming pad
has been, turning
cold sheets into
welcoming
sleeping cocoon
instead of curling up
into tight rigid ball
slip quickly inside,
feeling warmth,
relaxing whole being
to stretch out limbs,
allowing heat of pad
to smooth away
the busyness
and stresses
of the day
bringing an easy
smooth transition
into the realms of
restful dreamy sleep.

Written at Courtice, Ontario - 6th February 2026