My little piece of security,
hiding me
from the monsters under my bed.
Every single thread
with love have has been fed
as every night we cuddle.
When my head is in a muddle
or the storms make me huddle,
my blanket is by my side.
There's been so many tears it's dried.
In my best dreams, it was the guide.
It is wonderfully soft and soothing.
On rainy days it's uplifting.
When my world's ending , it's encouraging.
That's why I'll always love my blankie!
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 3:22 AM UTC
My little piece of security,
hiding me
from the monsters under my bed.
Every single thread
with love have has been fed
as every night we cuddle.
When my head is in a muddle
or the storms make me huddle,
my blanket is by my side.
There's been so many tears it's dried.
In my best dreams, it was the guide.
It is wonderfully soft and soothing.
On rainy days it's uplifting.
When my world's ending , it's encouraging.
That's why I'll always love my blankie!
Written for a friend.
© July 4th, 2013 by Timothy Brown. All rights reserved
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