cuddling oblivion

Inspiration comes from all around us. On several ocassions, I have been inspired by one or more of the blogs that I follow. The following poem was inspired by a title on a post by Lotta Wanner. If you are not already following her, stop by and see what she is up to!


There are perhaps no days of our childhood we lived so fully as those we spent with a favorite book.” – Marcel Proust


cuddling oblivion

the image stolen –

poem of a friend

but i’ve cuddled

oblivion more times

than I could count

squirming children

plucked from their bath

dampness of freshly

shampooed hair

leaves its mark

upon chest and soul

in jammys we snuggle

sofa rather crowded

to one end

the scent of them

lingers in perpetuity

like the softness of

freshly bathed arms and legs

stories and poems

before slumber

voices I didn’t know

I possessed

telling tales of the ages

so many years passed

voices deeper

no longer interested

in childish stories

oblivion safely tucked

in the corners of my mind

oblivion –

who knew you

could return?




About Léa

A wanderer who has found home and herself in the South of France.
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13 Responses to cuddling oblivion

  1. Lotta Wanner says:

    So very beautiful words and images, friend. Tears in my eyes and a smile in my heart. We keep our memories, forever grateful for those moments we have experienced with all our senses. What a great gift life is. Sometimes the longing for those moments grab us heart breakingly, but we have done our best to give the little ones those memories too. Passing on our love for them to carry on. Now I send my love to you.

  2. Beautiful, Lea and I could see why you would be inspired by Lotta, such a gorgeous talented soul, like you.

  3. Beautiful Lea, and it sits here perfectly on your blog,

    I relate so much to all of it and you bring the sweetest memories back to life for me. Just lovely. xxx

  4. claudia says:

    oh i loved to cuddle on the sofa with my kids – freshly bathed – and reading a book to them… sigh.. you brought back the scents and the warmth of such precious moments..

  5. Eileen says:

    Thank God for our human ability to recapture the moments of pure grace!
    Lovely poem evoking treasures of the heart. Thanks.

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