Blanket

Silky fabric wrapped in my palm
A symbol of innocence and hope
Sweeter than vanilla
The feeling like a cloud

Carried from the bedroom to the kitchen
The backyard to the park
On a plane from Adelaide to Auckland
A friend through good and bad
No matter how loud the laughs or how bad the tears

The holes and rips become evident
Stitches come undone
Until the hole is too large to repair
And the need for comfort lessened

We learn to forget the past
But this is against my will
It slips from my fingertips but it can't be time to let go

So it sits untouched in the darkness
underneath a queen-sized bed but it is still there
not yet forgotten or hopeless
but how many days will it take until it sees the light again?