a poem from a prompt in Donna Hilbert’s class
Ba Ba
Blue and yellow comfort
plaid remnant
soft and fleecy
I stitched light blue binding
along salvaged edges
you dragged it around
slept, wrapped in it
your first words
Ba Ba
Your beloved Ba Ba
folded in quarters
stored in a lidded box
on the closet shelf
adult now
you visit
take down the box
hands caress
eyes all teary