My Baby Blanket - Poem by Kim Schilling
Worn and torn, you've been through all,
Happily by my side since I was so small.
Intricately woven by hands that did care.
To me you were the perfect child's prayer.
Endowing your comfort for secrets I shared.
Endless holding and cuddling I gave in return.
Laughter and tears while I was made to learn.
Entering adulthood, I pitched you on a chair.
People made fun of you; I thought it unfair.
Happily I went about in my grown-up years,
Aware you were hidden when I was in tears.
Now I'm old and gray, and I still think of you,
Tucked away in a chest, my blanket so true.
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