Comfort
I love the smell of bed sheets after hanging on the line;
and swinging on a summer eve's just like a sip of wine.
I can't believe the taste of freshly made iced cream;
its salty sweetness sends my tongue into a flavor dream.
I love the sound of birds singing on an early morn
and how they flit around the flowers tooting their horn.
The smell of fresh baked bread when coming in from Autumn's cold
is like the best of tales you know by heart, yet like to hear told.
The weight of grandma's quilt on a frozen winter night
helps me feel secure, event without my bedroom light.
I can't wait for that first, tiny bud in spring
to let me know that winter winds are really not the king.
There's nothing sweet as hearing mom sing a lullaby
— no need to know who's sleeping or ask the reason why.
Sitting with you at a baseball game amid the roaring crowd
and singing the seventh-inning song each time, makes me feel so proud.
Our nation's flag a waving on Independence day
makes me feel so patriotic amid the fireworks display.
Of the many things I love in life, I love you most of all.
Your smell, your touch, the sounds you make — your everything, your all.
by Annette Gagliardi
Published on Gideon Poetry Review online on December 22, 2018.
Published in Proper Poems for Ladies . . . and a few naughty ones, too. We Sisters LLC, 2019