Thursday 11 March 2010

Comfort



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.


8 comments:

  1. We all need our special comforts!

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  2. Hi

    Such a beautiful memory. :-)

    Loving you
    Gail
    peace.....

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  3. A warm memory. Thanks for sharing...

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  4. awesome memory and I too love licorice comforts.... ☺

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  5. The 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

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  6. This is just precious thank you for sharing.

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