Lost. Missed. poem by Brenda Davis Harsham (LOST AND FOUND Poetry and Prose Series)

Here is a tear-jerker from my past. In a new house, new neighborhood and BAM! A day to remember… Have a magical rest of the weekend!

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BrendaBlankieLost. Missed.
by Brenda Davis Harsham

Break my arm
on a dare,
climbing aboard
a rusty, swing set beam.

Father freaks:
“Move your fingers!”
“NO!” word swims
in a red-faced, salty ocean.

Dad wraps arm
in a newspaper.
Blankie dries
every tear. Fingers wiggle.

That night. Sleepless.
Arm throbs. I
realize Blankie
is across town, at the ER.

Parents? “No way.”
Dare? Done.
Courage? Won.
Blankie? Bye. Lost. Missed.

AUTHOR’S PHOTO CAPTION: Me, at two, holding Blankie — lost but not forgotten.

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: I broke my arm around age six. I grew up in the tough love generation. My stepmother was probably happy that blankie was gone and her daughter on the way toward growing up. Not many kids had blankies in first grade. At that age, I didn’t understand how tired parents can be after a day like that one. I do now. These days, I agree…

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