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I still have my "bumpy cover", a blanket that was washed so many times it was actually bumpy. My mother kept it in a cedar chest that I inherited. Those drag around quilts are so important. I love your poem, it captured my feelings for my bumpy little blanket. Thanks for sharing.
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Oh, sniffle, sniffle! Its a wonderful poem with so much feeling!
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You have done it! that is very good and you need to send to someone who would publish for you or print on one of those kids cloth books. I sell alot of them.
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That is a beautiful poem!!
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Your poem is just perfect!!! My youngest DD had a blanket that was gave to DH from his employer. DD loved the silky little tag on it and would rub it between her thumb and fingers at night before she went to sleep. She called her blanket "Tag" and slept with it for years. It is now tucked way in her cedar chest that belonged to my Mom.
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Originally Posted by kellen46
I was working on a simple baby quilt made from charm squares when this came to me. I wrote it down right away. I am thinking of making a little book to go with the quilt.
The Drag around Quilt When I was new and far too small To do much of anything at all My mother covered me With a quilt of yellow, blue and red It warmed me in my little bed When I was one, I took my quilt upon a trip To Nana’s house down by the sea She said she made the quilt for me. It had a zoo of yellow, red and blue With frogs, and fishies and polka dots I really liked it lots and lots. When I was two And had to take a nap I would climb up on daddy’s lap My quilt I would drag there Just to cover us in the chair And when as last he fell asleep I would tuck it in around his feet. When I was three, And Momma said You are too old to suck your thumb, Or if I felt mad or cried, I would Make a tent in which to hide There on my bed, my quilt and me But only just when I was three. When I was four Daddy said, this quilt is worn We need a new one for your bed But I kept my old quilt instead And I would hold it very tight To keep away the monsters in the night. Now I am five, And I am all grown up I go to school each day To meet my friends and play I am too big for quilts you see So I gave it to my Teddy bear Just to keep him warm but if the night is dark Or I forget how to smile I ask him if I can have it back Just for a little while |
I fell in love with your quilt and poem.
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So very very sweet. Thank you for sharing..
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Oh, that is just precious. You need to copywrite it. It just is a lovely little quilt poem, or "growing up" story.
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I can really see this as a children's book with illustrations. What a great gift to present with a drag along quilt. Keep up the good work.
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