Welcome to Poetry Friday! This week's poem was inspired by my granddaughter. Like Linus from the "Peanut's Gang," she likes to drag her blankie everywhere. While observing her, I realized that to her, it was so much more than just a piece of cotton fabric meant to keep her warm.
My Blanket Buddy
My blanket is my buddy.
I love it in many ways.
It's a tablecloth for a picnic.
A cape to save the day!
It's a cover for my fort.
A trampoline for my ball.
It's a curtain for my stage.
A coat for my doll.
My blanket is my buddy.
A treasure I will keep.
It snuggles me and warms me
and helps me fall to sleep.
Copyright Kimberly M. Hutmacher
Children have the best imaginations. I think I'm a better storyteller and poet when I try to recapture my own childhood imagination.
Reading to the Core blog is hosting this week's round up. Be sure to stop by and read all of the wonderful contributions. Have a great week, and happy rhyming!
Lovely, Kimberley. I love your opening line - 'My blanket is my buddy'. The alliteration makes for a very strong opening. And I have a confession: I have a blanket buddy. I don't take it everywhere, but as soon as the winter chill arrives, my blanky comes out for when I sit in my recliner in the evenings. There is nothing nicer than a snuggly rug.
ReplyDeleteWhat an innovative little granddaughter you have, Kimberly. Yes, a blanket is all those things... and more!
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweet tribute to a blankie!
ReplyDeleteOh, this is wonderful! I hope you are able to preserve a bit of the blanket for posterity. I like how it's a curtain for the stage, best! Oh, the fun plays we used to make up as kids. You brought me a nice memory.
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed your poem, Kimberly!
ReplyDeleteWe have a rabbit who has chewed through some blankets, but thank goodness they weren't blanket buddies!
I will share this with the youngest granddaughter, soon to be 7, who has her own 'blankie', definitely her buddy in as many places she can take it! I suspect it will stay with her forever. Thanks for writing this sweet tribute, Kimberly.
ReplyDeleteHow sweet. I still remember my blankie. She was tangible proof of love.
ReplyDeleteI love the images you conjure in your poem. I have an 8yo and a toddler, but neither have gravitated towards blankies or even specific stuffed animals. I think you captured the feelings well!
ReplyDeleteI love the many imaginative ways your granddaughter's cherished blankie is used! Thank you for sharing this tender tribute.
ReplyDeleteAh, I can imagine this is a picture book for children. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteA creative and innovative poem, look at all these wonderful things one can do all inspired from a loving "blankie," thanks Kimberly!
ReplyDeleteThis is so cute! I was a long time blanket devotee, so I understand devotion to one's blankie! I agree with Margaret that this would make a great picture book.
ReplyDeleteHow wonderful this poem is, Kimberly. I was wondering if you would like to include it in my new online gallery, The Art of Summering (invitation at: http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2018/08/the-art-of-summering.html). It would make an adorable addition to the Children's Corner of the gallery. I can imagine that a little one would love to have the blanket as a faithful companion during playtime. This poem is imaginative.
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