You wrapped me in
what you called your
babushka,
and offered me its warmth.
A helpless child
nestled in a plush cove.
Its spongy lining
was so new
and inviting.
I closed my eyes
as you held me,
and listened to your
comforting scent
sing me to sleep.
I now wrap myself in
your old coat.
Like a child,
I nestle into it, and allow your
presence to resonate.
Sliding my arms along its
smooth patchwork
I feel its cold
and exposed lining.
I hug myself
like a cat
letting your
comforting scent
sing me to sleep.
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