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The Blanket
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FINAL A small child lay on the ground,
with a distilled blanket sprawled across him.
A lonely mother stays cold under the weather,
as she looks upon him.
No money, no luck, no love, no life.
She thinks to herself,
as she holds up a knife.
A knife to cut a slice of bread?
No, a knife to take her life instead.
Then she stops, and thinks of her child,
who lay on the cold stone, under a subway.
"I won't leave my child, not this way."
"So what if my cloths are torn and tattered?
Along with my child’s, who's are no better?"
The blanket keeps him safe and warm,
under the cold, cold weather.
A raindrop falls,
and the mother but sighs.
"I wish I had shelter to keep me dry."
She stared at the blue blanket,
which she found in a garbage can.
She kept on shivering,
as she extended her hand.
"I won't be selfish,
I won't take it away,
I'm freezing cold now,
and that's how I'll stay."
She decided to lie by her resting son,
and brushed the cheek of her soft little one.
The little blue blanket was all they had left,
to keep the rain out,
as the wind howled and swept.
The mother was lucky,
she had her son,
which she decided to keep.
As she stole a little corner of the blanket,
just to warm up her feet.
