clcouch123
In conversation, I prefer Christopher. My mom named me after Christopher Robin, after all. In writing, I use “C L Couch” (or, more simply, “c l couch”) because the form is genderless and also frankly easier to use. I have awful writer’s cramp. I am an educator more or less retired, more or less due to disability. At present, I live in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania (USA). My writing here I mean to be occasional and also devotional. Either or both. The banner and profile photographs are by my friend and peer Debra Danielson. More of Debbie’s work to be enjoyed is at debradanielson.org. Thanks to each of you and both and all for coming to my blog.
clcouch123 
November 29, 2025 at 8:33 am
Thank you for sharing such a warm piece. There is something gentle in the way you invite readers to feel calm through a presence that speaks softly yet stays close. It flows like the comfort of late-afternoon light, creating a safe space for weary hearts. Your poem feels like a sincere, attentive companion.
It’s fascinating how the silence you describe is not an absence, but a place where someone can recover without needing to explain anything. Many forget that such quiet presence is a form of unseen care. In a world that moves too fast, this kind of gentle companionship becomes an invaluable gift.
There’s a subtle message that faithful presence works like evening light: never loud, yet always warm to those who notice it. Your poem honors that beautifully. May every good intention woven into your lines truly reach the hearts of those who read it.