Teething, gnawing, and viscously biting

trying to stop the fighting 

between the raw gums and these new white chompers. 

The white blankie relieved the pain

and kept me sane.

Until one day,

it no longer lay

on the couch where I thought I left it.

My younger brother walked by

with his blankie that I

knew was identical to mine.

Before ripping the swan-white 

blanket and taking a giant bite,

Dad stepped between us two.

Out of desperation I screamed,

"He stole blankie!" 

Out came a pair 

of scissors and cut without a care

straight in half of the poor blankie. 

Anger, guilt, and tears

fell over me reflecting on all the years