Blankies are made to be slept with.
Blankies are made to be hugged.
Blankies care when Moms and Dads can't be there
'cause blankies are made to give love.
I sure do miss mine when it's in the wash.
My blankie gets dirty, you see,
'cause everywhere I go, blankie goes, too,
with Mommy and Daddy and me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem