A Blanket Defense

It all started in Italy

as most good stories do

I was barely beyond toddler years 

and traveling with my parents through Europe

It was there that a housemaid, oblivious to not only international relations
but to my deep dependency to a familiar object in this strange place

Threw out my baby blanket - the one that had been permanently attached to my hand since birth
I did not take this well

The sense of loss was so deep- so tearing- that only another four year old

who had suffered such a loss could fully understand

 yea...that's right....a little empathy here, please....

Perhaps that is why when I hold something dear, I will never let go

and why I am fiercely loyal, and a tad obsessive

I am blaming it all on the loss of my baby blanket

and that's poetiquejustis

I Corinthians 7:31. 

 Those who use the things in this world should do so but not depend on them. 

 It is clear that this world in its present form is passing away.