"A Mother's Memory"

BY MEGAN SCHOFIELD

The blanket that you once loved
Is faded and falling apart in my closet,
A time capsule of brighter days.
I run my hand over the threadbare fabric,
Remembering how you used it as a cape,
Your little bare feet catching on the corners
As you giggled and dashed around your room.
With careful hands, I refold the blanket,
Gently placing it on the top shelf.
Since I cannot go back in time,
I’ll keep the closet door open, just a crack.