With Tender Loving Care

 

I can't be there to hold your hand,

I can't be there to hug you,

I can't be there to dry a tear,

But there is one thing I can do.

 

I can sit here in my room at night

And dream of you out there,

And make a blanket just for you

With tender loving care.

 

When you hold this blanket in your arms

And close your eyes real tight,

You can feel the love I tucked inside

When I made this late one night.

 

So dry your tears and smile a smile,

You aren't alone, you see.

You have this special blanket--

You have a part of me

 

Poem by Pam Braden