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