Wrapped in a blanket
Thin and bare
Sitting alone
Huddled against the winter cold
Some would say my blanket was
Shabby and inferior
Still fewer say it is
Worthless and un-needed
I see my little blanket as
My home
My comfort
My protection from cold
My family
This thread
Not so tightly woven together
Is all I have
All I live for
Without it, I am cold
Dead
So for now
I'm just wrapped in a blanket
Sitting alone
Protected against the wind.
