T-P's Creative Writing Class 2009

My purple Blanket
I have this purple blanket.
It was a gift from my grandma,
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it.

My blanket is very special to me, it
Reminds me of so much, like my papa
I have this purple blanket

It feels like it’s my ticket
To heaven, to meet my deceased grandpa
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it

My blanket is so different,
So unique to me, since it was made by my grandma
I have this purple blanket

I remember crying to it when I got hit,
Or when someone told me that I looked like I should ca,
There’s no way to tell hoe much I’ll miss it

I will feel sad a bit,
When I have to give it away or when it tears.
I have this purple blanket
There’s no way to tell how much I’ll miss it