My Dearest Woobie

I grew up with a crocheted blanket (with scalloped edges) knitted by my mother. This is about a day I took my sisters challenge declaring I couldn't cut my woobie (she could).

You're surgery was
Quite the success!
I've learned my lesson well.
My silly, sister egged me on
to clip your knotted scallop.
Mangling your precious holes,
you unraveled before my very eyes!
Dying at my feet, you laid
once whole, now two halves remain.
My mother's hands saved you, (of course,
with my added supply of tears and sniffles).
So, whole again, repaired and recovered,
We dash out to the forest,
My dearest Woobie,
For our next escapade!

Reviews

[Laura E. Aranda]

That is sooooooo sad! ;)