Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Soft blanket, blue

I had my first known seizure before Christmas 2010.  When the family asked what I wanted for Christmas I asked for "soft things."  They gave me a soft navy blue blanket and a soft hippo puppet.  My therapist has soft red pillows.  It's amazing to discover such anchors, to realize "soft things" bring me home.

Perhaps I have done enough
Of looking back
For now,
Integrated enough
To move on
To the one next thing.
There is always
The soft blanket,
It will bring me back
Any time I need
Any time I want
Any time
I lose track
Of who I was
The soft blanket
It can carry me home
Only then to move on
To the one next thing.

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