Ode to a Heating Pad
I turn you on and you get hot.
Without my meds, you’re all I’ve got!
You trick my brain with joyous heat.
The feeling of you can’t be beat.
I lay against your sultry swelter.
From aches and pains you give me shelter.
I do not know what I would do,
Without the marvelous warmth from you.
Pretending to be a functioning adult is exhausting 
Ah the simple warm pleasures of life. Living off-grid I dearly miss my old electric friend. A hot water bottle just doesn’t spread the same comfort. Thanks for a delightful post
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Yes! I don’t even have aches and pains, yet I used a heating pad every night on my sore muscles. Even when I am not sore, I like the warmth on my skin. My heating pad is more like a heating bag though. Its a flame-retardant cloth filled with corn. I stick it in the microwave for a few minutes. I love putting them in my bed, especially in the winter time. Beautiful poem!!
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Thanks! I was inspired by the heating pad I had on my back all day and was sitting against as I wrote it 🙂
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I will sing this to my heating pad the next time I need it. I hope I don’t need it too soon.
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I had to read your slice – I’m using a heating pad right now. It’s a marvelous invention : )
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