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Lovely write Francesca...10+++++

A sensual loving poem Fran...Great imagery. Sid xxx

Ahh Fran... this one is gentle to the touch!

A subtle piece of writing. We all need a comfort blanket but must be prepared for the day we have to grow up and manage without it

Dear Fran this is a wonderful poem, I can see your smile as you wrote it. Sadness is only in the mind, so smile again. Love Bob xx

What a perfect metaphor for love - the comfort blanket - the first attachment, beyond the mother's breast. I remember mine was an old vyella nightie that 'smelled' of love. I can still remember that smell as I sucked my finger in blissful rhapsody. I guess your poem reveals the inevitability of change: the reality of impermanence: and just how much it hurts. The last line says so much... love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Try to look forward, and think positive, a very thought-provoking poem that shows your sadness, love Lynda xx

Well Fran, life must go on.. and focus on the good things that will come.Thanks for this wonderful sharing, , , a nice message you have here, and i enjoy reading this.. Love, Meggie

What goes around comes around, When happy, Discover the world, when sad discover ur self. Each emotions has there own role to play, in sculpting our way! ! !

Fran, don't fret, just enjoy everything you have and count your blessings for all the friends you have. No need to feel sad about that nor the fact that they are there for you no matter what the circumstances may be. Love and Hugs David

Something wonderful will chase the sadness away sweetheart. I promise. t xx

Fran, some 'things'/'people'/'feelings' tend to illuminate us from within. They radiate a light that's always there within us but for whatever reason it's been hidden or put into storage or we were just afraid to display it. However, that light is within us always and I hope that however sad you feel about it now that one day you'll look back and cherish the softness, forget about all the rest, it's that which will warm you. Gorgeous poem btw - sorry for the ramble. HG: -) xx