Worn and torn, you've been through all,
Happily by my side since I was so small.
Intricately woven by hands that did care.
To me you were the perfect child's prayer.
Endowing your comfort for secrets I shared.
Endless holding and cuddling I gave in return.
Laughter and tears while I was made to learn.
Entering adulthood, I pitched you on a chair.
People made fun of you; I thought it unfair.
Happily I went about in my grown-up years,
Aware you were hidden when I was in tears.
Now I'm old and gray, and I still think of you,
Tucked away in a chest, my blanket so true.
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- Dust An Ivory Tusk (Open Contest) by Errant Panther.
1050 points, ended February 4, 2009, 8 entries
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ah we all have something real special during our childhood that we hang onto. that gives us comfort. Mine was a little white lamb. I loved it so very much! Thanks for sharing this with us and thanks for entering it into my contest.
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Ahh, this is truly a treasure and filled with good memories. I love the acrostic. I am quite partial to well-written acrostics and the fun one can have with them. I liked this one.
A tighter syllable count would have helped your meter flow abit better in this acrostic such as:
Worn and tattered, you have been through it all
happily by my side since I was small.
Intricately wonven by hands that cared,
to me, you were the perfect child's prayer;
endowing cofmorts for secrets I shared.
Smoothing out the meter as such makes the acrostic flow and virtually unnoticible. A wonderfully nostalgic entry. Thank you for this and best of luck in the judging.
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Oh dear! So many people can relate to this... my youngest Son had a blankey that he just wouldn't give up! It was so worn and I patched it up so many times!
I remember the last time I put it in the wash and it just fell apart! There was nothing else to do...he had to let it go. I think I was more upset than he was! ha!
Thanks much for sharing this wonderful write!
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There are alot of people who keep blankets or stuffed animals well into adulthood. I think those keepsakes are kind of cute. Nice poem.
Mike
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the beloved blanky .... so many become attached to them and they can often remind us of the good times when we need to feel security within our lives.
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Lovely!
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This is a very nice poem. I like the way it flows. I like what it says. Good write one that I would enjoy reading over and over again just because it is a nice relaxing read. Thanks for sharing this with us.
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