BLANKET:

This blanket, wrapped you at birth, pink, fluffy & soft,

And at the baptismal font, enfolded & held you aloft,

This blanket, you pulled through the dust, mire & bog,

Wrapping up with baby love, your first little puppy dog.

This blanket, you dragged while sucking small thumb,

It was your castle, doll´s house, the skin of your drum,

This blanket, faded & dirty, washed over & over again,

Then put away when all your young boyfriends came,

This blanket, later brought out for babes of your own,

Still soft, but now faded to gentle & much lighter tone,

This blanket´s cycle repeated & then stowed far away,

To be brought out of the closet again, “Who can say?”

This blanket now holds you in death, pink, fluffy & soft,

And enfolds you, as the Angels carry you to heaven aloft.