My lap is warmed
By your presence
Please don't wander away
My foot may numb, my tea gets cold
Small prices that I pay
For the time with you is never taken for granted
I am blessed
With purrs and furs you leave behind
Woven into my soul and dress
About the Creator
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Let me be honest. I am finding this difficult. Now, I like a challenge, a stretch, a bit of an obstacle course. “Write about the decline of the British Empire in the form of a narrative poem in which your protagonist is an artichoke” I read, and flex my fingers. “Write a haiku to evoke the sensation of sibilance using only the first half of the alphabet.” “Well”, I think to myself, “this should be fun.” But “write about a system that isn’t working”? A system that isn’t working? Now? In 2026? ONE system? My favourite system that isn’t working? The sexiest system that isn’t working? The one giving me the most angst day to day? The one giving me the most existential dread? I am, as I say, finding this difficult. I will own that I have contemplated writing a thousand words on why the steady “all on” setting on my fairy lights is the EIGHTH of seven options which must be sequentially activated to get there, because that is a system that some fool came up with and it definitely doesn’t work, and now who is paying the price, eh? But how can I write about my fairy lights when…. When…. When….
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My foot my numb, my tea gets told - small prices you pay. Absolutely beautiful. Nicely Done!!
This is so sweet! I have three cats beside me as I read this. (I wish I had a lint roller because their hairs are all over my sweater.) I didn't even think to write about my pets for this challenge. I have read a ton of poems about family members, self-love, and mostly about romantic love. This is the first take on the challenge I've read about kitties! ⚡💙⚡
Absolutely beautiful - Shows you what the love of a kitty with purrs and furs can give you. Beautiful Done!!
A sweet poem… liked: “I am blessed With purrs and furs you leave behind Woven into my soul and dress”🤣