Timeless Comfort Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Timeless Comfort



At day’s end
she grabs a good book,
curls into her favorite chair
and wraps in the same comfort
that cuddled her infant...
the old “welcome” quilt.
Mama’s hands
did the stitching
that has lasted through time;
her timeless love
still warmly tucked inside.

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