The Silk

I was two years old when I first started using it,
I was a little boy, a little little boy,
It was soft when I touched it,
It was silky, woolly, warm and comforting,
It was a small thing,
I felt cosy when I used it,
I was told it was knitted by my great grandmother,
I was told that my great grandmother gave it to my grandmother,
I was told that my grandmother gave it to my father,
I was told, by my mother, that my father gave it to me,
I was told to pass it down to my children,
And I was told to tell them to pass it down to their children,
I was told to tell them about the history,
Because it is important to my family,
It was knitted with small holes, shaped like diamonds from jewellery,
It was knitted with yellow silk brighter than a sunflower,
It looked nice, with all the patterns and symbols on it,
It looked just like a blanket.