My Yellow Comforter

 Oh! Her flawless body is now creased.

But her charm has not yet diminished.
Glad of the guard,she is still not tattered.

Wrapped in her embrace was such a peace.
Her affection was always a soothing fleece.

On the nights of insecure shiver, 
her reassuring touch had,solace delivered.

Chucked in the chair or spread on the bed, 
her glowing gestures had so much to enunciate.

She played a crucial role in all the narrations.
Fitting in as any costume was her art of adaptation.
 
She has that one of a kind of handwoven texture.
My one and only "Yellow Comforter".

Sushma

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