Poetry

Poem: The Blanket by Mark Tulin

 

It’s not just a blanket

Of yarn and red silk

That her father

Bought for her to hold.

 

It covered her spirit.

It warmed her soul.

It protected her

From the monster’s shadows

That scaled

Her bedroom walls.

 

Although her father’s gone,

A piece of the blanket

Still remains.

The only thing left over

From the time

She was a fearful little girl.

©️mark tulin

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

5 comments on “Poem: The Blanket by Mark Tulin

  1. beautiful…….

  2. Oh thank you…this is truly lovely…

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