If the Sky were my Blanket: Poems from the Heart #7

Illustrated by Aryan. Read the backstory below.

If the sky were my blanket
I’d reach up and tuck a star into my hair
Like a glittering bow, it would sparkle and flare.

If the sky were my blanket
I’d ask the moon to whisper a song into my ear
About fairies, snowflakes, and holiday cheer.

If the sky were my blanket
I’d color the clouds a pretty pink
Like puffs of cotton candy whipped up in a blink.

If the sky were my blanket
I’d say hello to the Milky Way
And watch a billion stars together dance and play.

If the sky were my blanket
I know I’d ride a dashing comet 
Holding onto its tail, blasting off like a rocket!
Yikes-O!

If the sky were my blanket
I’d catch the first drop of rain on my nose
And watch it fall onto my tippy toes.

If the sky were my blanket
I’d trace two hearts in the air
One for Mom, one for Dad, for their love and care.

I wish the sky were my blanket
I wish it under a shooting star
I’d snuggle all night with my heavenly friends
And wake up to a rainbow on the other end.

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The Backstory

I meant to write and illustrate this poem as a book for my son, Sahil. I got it started as you can see with the first page above, but never finished it. When Sahil was little, he’d love snuggling with mom under a thin handmade Indian quilt. It was patchy with age—the cotton within had bunched up in parts here and there. Therefore, when he’d stretch the quilt high above us with his tiny fingers, with the light filtering in, he’d imagine the shifting cotton patches to be the moon, stars, and planets in our galaxy and the blanket would be our sky. Hence the inspiration…

Thanks to Substack, our story time and our little story is at least now in “print”«wink».