Talismanic poem
By Jake
Published 23 July 2020
I have a special object, that only belongs to me.
It's very common, but mine is different.
My object has travelled New Zealand.
My object has survived many wears, years and tears.
My object is only special to me.
My object is a blanket.
My blanket shares a special warmth, a pacifying warmth.
I have a special object, that only belongs to me