my dd is a blanket baby. she fell in love with this blankie at just a few weeks old. It was a hand me down so by the age of two she had worn it out. I could no longer sew it back together. We had to take it away and give her a new one. We had a few sleepless nights but she now loves her new blanket.
The poem reads
Dont take my blanket dont take it away, i want to drag it around while i play. to me its ok dirty and grey, dont take my blanket away.
I might get lonely, I might get scared, I need to know my blanket is near.
Dont take my blanket, dont take it away. I want to drag it around while I play. To me its ok dirty and gray.
I might get angry, I might cry. I need to know my blanket is there.
I cut a piece of the silk of of the blanket and tucked it in with the flowers in the corner.