My Window Has Betrayed Me..........Again! Comments

This is so very sweet. I envy you your warmth. Perhaps the window did you a service - as the rain did, in another poem about Mothers' Day. I just thought this was wonderful.

Nothing feels better than a warm bed on a cold day/night... except, of course, having someone to share it with. Very sweet! Brian

Intriguing metaphors and I do like the energy towards the end. Also... we all have a ratty comforter, but why oh why does it/he/she have to ratty? That's life for a poet. xL

Cocooned in the warmth of your words that have the power to light our fire. love Duncan

I agree very much with Hugh, a good write.

Your 'free verse' is excellent. Best H

Dear Mary, This is a very sweet poem. It is all about love and the warmth it provides metaphorically and literally in our lives. A fine write. Warm regards, Hugh

This takes me back to my childhood before Central Heating was invented. I always remember looking a Jack Frost on the inside of the windows, and the wonderful patterns he wrought there. It may have been cold, but gee the memories are of something really wonderful. Thanks for this reminder. Love Ernestine XXX

I read this as a metaphor for the warmth of love you feel from your families love. Excellent poem Mary. Rusty

I like the familiar tone of voice in the poem, making me feel as if I've known you all my life. Warm regards, Gina.

Hey Mary, I really like this. I can associate with these words well.