She was a baby and so was I

Her mother laid her down

In the white gated crib

Adorned with butterflies

And looking at her soft face

Knew what I was made for

I was made for her

My creator wove me

And weaved me

From a skein of purple yarn

Bought in the baby section of a Jo-Ann store

And laying there in her crib

I finally had shape

I finally had a purpose

Side by side we lay

I watched her as she fell asleep

She whimpered only a little

Making her little face scrunch up

Her small chest rose and fell

As she drifted into a sweet slumber

Her tiny hand wrapped around my corner

I still remember that night

Like it was only yesterday

I watched her as she grew

Watched her crawl across the carpet

Watched her take her first steps

Watched her bounce with Tigger

And snap her fingers to Billy Joel

As she grew more and more

So did my purpose

I was no longer just a blanket

I was her cape to fight dragons

Her hood as a disguised princess

I had many purposes through the years

But I would always return as her blanket

Time passed and I found myself

More often than not

Folded on the edge of her bed

Watching her frantically type essays

She would often brush my lumps away

As I laid there to quietly observe

Her transition to a young woman

I haven’t seen light in four years

Lying here in this hatbox

Until she opens the lid and holds me close

Just like she used to do

Only her memory lingers and reminds me

That I must remain here

Waiting for the moment she needs me again