Baby Blanket
Wendy Smith
We have been together, you and I Eighteen years now And I don’t know how you did it, By what unearthly magic you selected me Last on the rack, stuffed back Rumpled and disheveled My packaging torn and my edges frayed, Still you were unafraid to choose me And when you lost me in the park, Searched for me till dark, I knew That you were a human worth having A human worth keeping You, strange child, who have come home at night Wrapped yourself against me Trapped against the weight of your own head, Never realizing what I see You are the only one to have left an impression No concession for another I will make for though the shape of others May press to my side, It is you who have made me softer It is you whose scent is worth remembering And I have no reason to care what you wear Or who you think you need to be I only know that you are the one whose face I want to see each morning, and every night again And if that means that I must be The blanket at your feet
Luke Hellman
[Censored] John Cochran [line is redacted] [keep this line from the masses] [line is redacted]
So be it 58
The Echo
Volume IV Issue 2
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