It is not clothing
More of just fabric
Bright colors, rainbows, unicorns
My baby blanket
Memories of traveling
Everywhere I went
Down the street or
Across the United States
It was soft
Smooth and comforting
Seems like a cloud
Soft and delicate
Makes me happy
Comforted me
I felt secure
Safe
To this day it still remains
Memories I cannot let go
Still my comfort system
But not as often
More of just fabric
Bright colors, rainbows, unicorns
My baby blanket
Memories of traveling
Everywhere I went
Down the street or
Across the United States
It was soft
Smooth and comforting
Seems like a cloud
Soft and delicate
Makes me happy
Comforted me
I felt secure
Safe
To this day it still remains
Memories I cannot let go
Still my comfort system
But not as often
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