Magical blanket-poem for children

by Anna Banasiak   May 14, 2018



When the night comes, I hide

fears, sorrows, bad memories,

I wipe down tears and display children

colourful films

once milk has split

and there was a spot

our mum washed it a lot

and again there were dreams

and memories of good things

when the night comes again

I will unfold my magical power then

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  • 5 months ago

    by Meena Krish

    Every child holds onto a blankey, a
    favorite doll or one thing it the other
    which gives each a a special power to
    fight the night...like a magic wand...

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