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I am that pattern she so loved in her life
Now I am tucked in around the sides
As she always liked me to be
She quickly named me
her Cadbury dark chocolate blanket
When things got painfully
Arthritis annoyingly bad
Her aches and pains I dulled
I was her safety net cover
giving her a happy hug of heat
I happily, willingly, lovingly
helped her love her life again
She looked to me many times
for warmth, solace and comfort
When others had without thought
her carelessly abandoned
I was forever there for her
I thought I always would be
She soothingly snuggled
beneath my deep dark brown folds
Now she lies still and cold
beneath my tenebrous brown
soft rose scattered spread
My raspberry pink roses once
matched her rosy cheeks
But now they look out of place
against her cold drawn,
pallid pale expressionless face.
She often times
Said hello to me and then
called me her beautiful blanket
of red raspberry stars
Before this
those very raspberry stars
matched her gilded glow,
before this they matched
her gliding glowing stellar wit
Now I am left like a bitter black
chocolate earthen shroud
Wrapped around her
Small shrivelled
Half-size wasted frame
I don’t want to be used
by anyone else any more
It was she who gave me
the fillip of life and energy
to be more than just a mere blanket.
Please I ask this of you
after I have helped
her finally like this
don’t just put me by
Or store me
in a cupboard high
I do not want to be that forgotten thing
that once was and never again will be
For I never once more
to her will be that mantle
of soft comforting emollient pleasure
Or to be that of welcome warmth
and of cosy consolation
I will no more be any of them
For I am left now,
Like a loyal sentry
to be that floral
soft shroud of pattern
on her death bed.



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