Licorice Comfits
My favourite teacher
asked little me
what a carpenter did.
Standing at her desk
Her warmth gathered me,
thoughtful and careful.
"Makes carpets".
Her laughter fizzed
bubbles of love and pride
She opened her special tin
a rainbow of hidden treasure.
For years I thought
they were called Licorice Comforts.
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We all need our special comforts!
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ReplyDeleteSuch a beautiful memory. :-)
Loving you
Gail
peace.....
A warm memory. Thanks for sharing...
ReplyDeleteawesome memory and I too love licorice comforts.... ☺
ReplyDeleteThe meory of laughs and licorice. it is good to know that a childhood holds GOOD AND GREAT memories too. So happy to read that post. Love it. Safe hugs from this side of the pond
ReplyDeleteWhat a fun memory!
ReplyDeleteThis is just precious thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteNice post thanks for sharinng
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