Baby Blanket

Left at an orphanage in my home country

by my unknown birth parents,

I awaited the day I finally met you.

I was around the age of one

and you were a few years older.

Once I had your tightly stitched body

through my fragile stubby fingers

I knew you would be of the most importance

over the years to come.

Inhale.

Allowing your aroma

to completely fill my nose.

Inhale.

Intertwining your thin woven fabric

between each of my fingerlings

every night before drifting into a dream.

You are now lost somewhere on this greedy earth,

never to be cuddled again,

but happily forever with me at night

during each nightmare.