Challenge
"Comfort food for the soul."
I'm quite down, fellow prosers. Times like these, only poetry soothes me. Please write a lovely poem about comfort or comforting somebody. Make it at least 50 words. Tag me because I want (need) to read.
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Four-Hour Phone Call.
The phone rests on the pillow beside my head,
body angled for the best reception, her tinny giggles
stretching my cheeks into a listening smile. To know
she, too, is resting, lying down next to me
sharing airspace across miles and miles
and smiling through her words, is a comfort.