Ode+to+100%+Cotton

"Ode to 100% Cotton" by: Miranda S.

Crammed inside a plastic bag hiding in my drawer, Calling my name, I always wanted more. Always soft and fluffy, Like clouds on a sunny day.

To accompany my thumb sucking, I hold it in my hand, Fingering it, reminiscent of a soft blanket. I get it on demand.

Once I used a piece, I would throw it on the floor. This amused my parents, Finding smiling snowstorms everywhere.

I would always feel comforted, soothed and relaxed, It always made me happy. One look at me, and you could tell.

Now that I am thirteen, Those days have passed. When I look back, I remember the good old days.