If I could only bring one thing
it would be this one
old
orange
soft
checkered

Blanket that was given to me
when I was
young
new
small
precocious

It was given to me by my grandma,
who smells of home and is
kind
gentle
smart
incredible

I still sleep with it
17 years later
touching the worn threads and
thinking of the love woven into it by
hands that are
familiar
worn
wrinkled
experienced

It is a reminder of my youth
And a hope for my future
Because my grandma is the best
and I aspire to be her age
and still graceful,
beautiful,
the best grandma
anyone could ask for