The Blanket

If I could only bring one thing it would be this one old orange soft checkered Blanket that was given to me when I was young new small precocious It was given to me by my grandma, who smells of home and is kind gentle smart incredible I still sleep with it 17 years later touching the worn threads and thinking of the love woven into it by hands that are familiar worn wrinkled experienced It is a reminder of my youth And a hope for my future Because my grandma is the best and I aspire to be her age and still graceful, beautiful, the best grandma anyone could ask for