Mangled and matted.
Drug on the floor.
Dirty and withered,
Tattern and torn.
~
Your little green blanket,
comforts you so.
And it always goes with you,
wherever you go.
~
With you in the car,
tucked with you at night.
While watching t.v. or eating,
or when I hold you tight.
~
No matter how dirty or worn,
your little green blanket may be.
You still hold it and love it,
and look past what you see.
~
Keep this trait with you,
as you grow old.
Cause traits like these,
are as precious as gold.
~*~ Jill ~*~
Wonderful message. Nice write.