To be carried
In my arms
For three decades
Tattered and torn
and turning grey.
To have been loved
By a baby,
A teen,
and now adult,
Barely missing
A single day.
How I long for
The innocence
of when you were
Bright blue.
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This is wonderfully sweet and wistful. Wonderful work. I love the decision to let the reader understand what the subject is.
Oh the nostalgia. Melancholic and very beautifully written!
This is lovely, the nostalgia and the emotional texture that can be felt throughout this. What a great piece, woven with baby blanket tenderness.