Nestling In

A quaint and cozy home with a welcoming feel

Young faces at the window, tender hearts to heal,

Food in the cupboards and blankets in the cold

A space that feels safe; a place to grow old,

Deep conversations from the bottom of the soul

Permission to be just as we are: human and whole,

A beloved life purpose to add meaning to each day

The ability to say exactly what we need to say,

Knowing we need not face illness in an empty room

Arms encircling in the darkness and the heavy gloom

Small rewards to get by from hour to hour

Affirming words to help us confidently step into our power,

Nestling into the safety of some form of permanency

These are my basic needs, these are my earnest pleas.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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