Blanket From a Stranger (Poem)
It was windy and rainy As she sat on that lonely bench in the park. The sun was going down too fast Before too long, it would be cold and dark. All around her were unfamiliar and unfriendly faces. Maybe even some who planned to do her harm. And the only thing she had with her Was a blanket from a stranger to keep her warm. She was a teenaged runaway With a story too long to be told. Her family was somewhere far away And she was on the street, surviving the cold. She moved from place to place With no place to call her home. That blanket from a stranger Was the only thing she could call her own. The pink wool was starting to get faded And a little bit tattered. But it still provided her with comfort and warmth When comfort and warmth really mattered. She didn’t know the woman who gave it to her. It was just some random lady passing by on the street. But, when you don’t have a roof over your head. ...