Baa, baa black sheep,

Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir,

Three 3 bags full.

One 1 for my master.

One 1 for my dame.

But none 0 for the little boy,

Who cries in the lane.

—-THE END—-

As a child this was one of my favorite poems. I remember long nights spent crying in my bed and by quietly hushed by the soft singing of my comforting parents. BY the time I was, say… 3, I could recite the whole poem to my parents. I could be heard murmuring the sweet tune to myself while falling asleep. This poem meant a lot to me as a child. I used it as a way to quickly comfort myself in times of need such as being scared while trying to fall asleep.

To this current day I can remember the savory lyrics to the comforting tune I used as a child. It’s as if you could almost hear the lullaby whispering through the old creaky walls from a childhoods past now long gone….

When I was little I just coldn’t do without my blanket.

It was the softest blanket ever made, one side being of golden silk, the other side of flannel Bob the Builders. Bob the Builder was my favorite tv show when I was young. I had Bob the Builder clothes, cups, and of course blankets!

It had numerous stains from who knows what! It has dirt stains from the park, sticky spots from candy – I doubt there is anything my blanket hasn’t seen.

That’s why I loved my blanket, it provided me security, warmth and love.

Whithout it I just don’t think I could get on by the right way. I would be cranky from lack of sleep and angry, I was just downright unhappy.

By the end of my blankets days it was torn and had a hole or two, but none the less I still loved it. It sits on the top shelf of my closet today and, when I look at it, I’m reeminded of all the good times we shared together.