A Memory of Comfort from a Son

Do you sublimely seek comfort or it finds us subconsciously. Waking before mum goes to bed Turning over to peer out of my window Its not the street below I see But the reflection in the window of my front room Soft glowing light, fire dancing in the grate Mum sat reading, legs curled beneath her… Cup of coffee by her side…All is well in the world And I slip back into sleep