Here's a little cutie I found.
Here's my old baby blanket. I may have cried.
I had to sneak into my mom's closet while she and my stepdad were gone.
Couldn't get to it, so I grabbed my table made of whicker from my bedroom.
And carried it from my room into my parents bedroom.
Climbed and stood on top of it.
I heard it crack and bend underneath my feet.
Moved some things out of the way.
And there she was.