Blanket Thoughts

January 28, 2018.   This poem (for my mother, on the anniversary of her death) was triggered by the surprise appearance of her blanket.  Our kitten managed to tug this particular blanket out from the bottom of a stack of blankets and quilts … and leave it where I would step on it getting into bed.  I don’t believe in coincidence – I lean toward synchronicity, and I went to bed (but not to sleep!) with Mother, the blanket, and numerology swirling.  Mother was 28 when I was born, so she lived 28 years without me.  She has been gone now for 28 years, so I have lived 28 years without her.  Also intriguing, I am now the age she was at death.  A lot to contemplate on a cold night.  I got up and wrote this poem!

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