I Saw Your Blanket
January 23, 2014
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I saw your babyhood blanket,
folded in the drawer
in the green and yellow room
where bright green and yellow circles
inked on the walls
danced like suns
and tree tops swaying with the weight of canopy dwellers.
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Wood toys,
an abundance of these
smooth and simple,
each missed young fingers
silly and dramatic voices
to see them move to life.
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The only rule imagination
used fully.
Trucks flew in your world of no boundary.
Bees helped save tiny persons
fly from a burning skyscraper
made from 2x3x1 inch blocks,
while giant stuffed animals served as come to life fire trucks
and baby brothers became monsters destroying the scene.
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There stood a grand teepee
consuming more than only a corner of this room,
the room in which you dreamt.
I felt the cotton.
I heard the past.
Not just a few dramatic voices introduced me
to your friends and wooly creatures
by way of varied scenes breathing.
Whimsical actors with costumes displayed
fully in your mind,
played and fought, triumphed and plotted, created and drew, sang and danced
with my magic child.
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Castles, doll houses each of wood, paint,
capes of cut blue pillowcases draped around shoulders,
flags of torn cloth on ships with secret pockets,
secret storied histories are guarded
in these toys,
and my mind.
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Shelved books
basketed cymbals, silver triangles
and recorders,
a set of drums
the basket of crayons,
in each I can see its history
with a growing child.
Holding onto each page,
I am missing the innocence
the time
the spirit of a young one,
the play which teaches
only the finer traits.
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I am missing you
clutching your babyhood blanket
which I saw folded in the drawer
in the green and yellow room
with green and yellow circles
inked upon the walls.
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