Blankie Blooms

 
Enfolded in my warm blue blanket
tattered friend of my timider youth
I'm bathed in a caressing softness
until whispers drift in bitter truths

my life was not strewn with sweet candy
cuddled under a pattern-stitched quilt
no soft fairy tales told by bedlight
so my dream castles never were built

But I won't weep for my lost childhood
tears forsaken with tremulous sighs
my wings may be stubbled and dusty
but at last I have learned how to fly

azure clouds are my new companions
as I float where I will in my dreams
I soar over mountains and canyons
'neath a moon that forever full beams

I'd never have fathomed this ending
when I sat so forlorn as a child
who knew creativity cut back
would eventually blossom so wild
 

c. 2/17/09, B. Riley