Carol Davis Poet Rhyme

Small Comforts

Small comforts--
The entities at home most taken in stride
       life is not made up of big incidences profound
       but the tiny things given without obligation and pride
 
When I arrive home, open the door, there Jack stands
       wagging his tail so hard that it might just fall off
       his love--unconditional-- being with his master, his only demand 
 
While working at the computer, paying no mind to the kitty, Joe,
      a hairy feeling wraps around the legs...pleading for attention
      his gravelly lick reminds me he tried, I failed... just so I'd know
 
Adventure adds flavor and spice to living--don’t be mistaken--
     yet there is something to be said for regular and ordinary
     the lobster titillates the palate, but so do eggs and bacon
 
Home--it is more than just rooms--it is where we unfold
     synonymous with the soul's nourishment
     a place where we are ourselves with no pretensions—we feel whole
 
Outside left at the door, everything important is there
     strings of life tightly woven by pulling us back repeatedly
     Sustenance, security, and small comforts are found everywhere

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