Blankey Memories

My blankey has been through a childhood,
First given to me when I was just 3 months old.
My eyes glistened at the beautifully woven blanket,
Emblazoned with teddy bears on it,
Cuddled and snuggled every night,
Washed constantly.
Loved and torn and sucked on,
Taken everywhere I went.
It’s not just any old blanket,
It’s loved especially by me.
As I got older,
I’ve kept it in my bedroom with my soft toys,
But the now-worn out blanket still holds a very special place in my heart,
As one of my precious treasures.