Remember When

Remember When

My mom had an idea to clean out her closet today (and I mean literally, not some eminem version) I also figured I might want to check mine out; I knew there would be some dumb book I have already read up there and I could just give it to my ASL or Color Guard fundraisers. I was considering stealing all my mom's old clothes from her closet and donating them to these yard sales, so I had my mind set on finding something of mine too (so it wouldn't be all my mom's belongings). Than pulling on one thing above my closet, I had an outcome of 4 books falling smack on my face. When I went to put the books back I found my Pooh. (Not poo- I mean Winnie the Pooh: you know the big gold teddy bear that's always looking for honey?) I carried around this blamee for YEARS! It went everywhere with me!

 In each corner of this blanket it is torn, 

from when I tripped over it. 

Every seam is coming undone, 

from using it as a pillow, 

a picnic seat, 

for each fort I made with my brothers in the living room. 

All the color has faded, 

from every time I rubbed it against my cheek for comfort. 

And each time my parents tried to take it away from me, 

just to put it in the wash,

 I thought my whole world was over. 

It's the small things in life that matter.

It's that blanket that you call your blamee. 

It's the memory that will stay in your heart forever.

Remember When...