Ode to my Blankie.
I was hoping that Abby would have an attachment to something like I did when I was little, and it appears she may be starting one with a seahorse glow worm thing. I hope so. My blankie brought me so much comfort.
My aunt was the first person in my family to see me when I was born. As the delivery room nurse on duty, she counted my fingers and toes to make sure they were all there, comforted my crying, and gave me my first bath. She also gave me my first blanket. It was a love affair from the start. My blankie is small, only 4 feet long and 3 feet wide. It is a polyester-blend, with red, white and blue plaid on one side, and silky white material on the other. When it was new, it had a quilt-like feel to it, with the silky section quilted to the backing in square-ish patterns. I carried my blankie everywhere I went. Blankie became a person; my best friend, my comforter, my sidekick. I learned to love its silky feel, and its familiar smell. Over time, a bond formed between us that could not be broken. But I grew older, as every child does. The older I became, the less Blankie traveled with me. The quilting became non-existent, and the backing began to fall out. But that childish bond was never broken. Although I did not appreciate the silkiness of the fabric and the familiar smell as I had as a child, its presence was comforting. Blankie slept in my bed nightly until I was 19 years old. Eventually, in a slow and painful way, Blankie made its way into my dresser drawers, and then into my hope chest where it spends its time now. But every once and a while, when I want to feel young again, I get it out just to savor the smell and the silkiness of the fabric.
Ode to Blankie
My lifelong friend
My sidekick
I wish that you could speak
I wish that we could giggle
About the memories I seek
You could tell me all the things
That I cannot remember
And I could make you realize
The extent of your splendor
The comfort that you brought me
can never be replaced
Your downy, silky softness
I held against my face
As time goes by, I promise
That I will not forget
You and me forever linked
Like we were when we first met
:) heh.
My aunt was the first person in my family to see me when I was born. As the delivery room nurse on duty, she counted my fingers and toes to make sure they were all there, comforted my crying, and gave me my first bath. She also gave me my first blanket. It was a love affair from the start. My blankie is small, only 4 feet long and 3 feet wide. It is a polyester-blend, with red, white and blue plaid on one side, and silky white material on the other. When it was new, it had a quilt-like feel to it, with the silky section quilted to the backing in square-ish patterns. I carried my blankie everywhere I went. Blankie became a person; my best friend, my comforter, my sidekick. I learned to love its silky feel, and its familiar smell. Over time, a bond formed between us that could not be broken. But I grew older, as every child does. The older I became, the less Blankie traveled with me. The quilting became non-existent, and the backing began to fall out. But that childish bond was never broken. Although I did not appreciate the silkiness of the fabric and the familiar smell as I had as a child, its presence was comforting. Blankie slept in my bed nightly until I was 19 years old. Eventually, in a slow and painful way, Blankie made its way into my dresser drawers, and then into my hope chest where it spends its time now. But every once and a while, when I want to feel young again, I get it out just to savor the smell and the silkiness of the fabric.
Ode to Blankie
My lifelong friend
My sidekick
I wish that you could speak
I wish that we could giggle
About the memories I seek
You could tell me all the things
That I cannot remember
And I could make you realize
The extent of your splendor
The comfort that you brought me
can never be replaced
Your downy, silky softness
I held against my face
As time goes by, I promise
That I will not forget
You and me forever linked
Like we were when we first met
:) heh.