it was my favourite

I remember cuddling,
back when I was little,
my soft flower blanket,
I loved it. Every where I went it was with me, at the dinner table, on the couch, in my bed, at nana's house. I cried when it had to be washed. I would watch it in the washing machine. I would shout "READY" when it finished. once I forgot it at my nanas house, IT WAS LIKE WORLD WAR 1!