Blankies (Preschool) (poem) by CJ Heck on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on October 4, 2022

Beautiful CJ
Simply beautiful.
Great to read your again.

Yours

Peter

Reviewed by Susanne Leist

Reviewed on September 15, 2017

Precious poem for the child in us.

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on December 20, 2006

a sweet write CJ
beatiful for children
Peace be with you

Love & Peace
William

Reviewed by Londis Carpenter

Reviewed on December 14, 2006

How true...awsome write by an awsome writer of childrens rhymes.

Reviewed by J M (Reader)

Reviewed on December 13, 2006

This is so well done a blankie the comforter in early age. Beautiful Work CJ
Been gone back to review.....

Reviewed by Randall Barfield

Reviewed on December 13, 2006

good tribute to blankie some lines must be read quite fast and the others not so fast could be your intention. cheers

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on December 13, 2006

What a delightful poem...my children were never without their blankies.

Carole

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on December 13, 2006

Blankies are wonderful, as is your poem.

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)

Reviewed on December 13, 2006

Awwww, just like Linus...

Reviewed by Lori Moore

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

That is just too cute!

Reviewed by Jackie (Micke) Jinks

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

These 'blankies' are the best gifts to give at baby showers, 'tho new moms don't know it at the time. Have never known a baby not to have their favorite blankie, no matter how worn!

CJ, you always write such memorable children's poems, that even we 'aunties' can relate to...love 'em!!!

Micke

Reviewed by Connie Faust

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

First I have to say Yes, Rusty! I love my "throws," especially the electric one and especially the patchwork quilt one and especially the one with Psalm 23 written on it...see what I mean? I just love my blankies.
Great, sweet poem, C.J. I can see my dear little brother Patty with thumb in mouth and blankie in hand. Thanks for the memories.
Connie

Reviewed by Taylor Ryan

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

CJ...it was such a sweet moment when my older son Matthew gave his blankie to his baby brother...and what i loved even more that each of them had a tendancy to go for the little satin miteres corners which they called the "best piece". The thing is still in shreds in the linen closet...I wonder who will lay claim when and if they ever get married and have kids?? I agree with Jerry, you do these so well. I may have to ask for lessons sometime!
Love and Hugsss,
Taylor

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

A delightful write CJ. Loved it.

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

You do these so good . . . Thank God somebody can, because I would be lost trying to make these make sense . . . But you do . . .

Reviewed by Laura Mayer (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

Good memories here, my kids always had a teddy with them. My husband had a blankie till he was twelve!lol, hugs and happy holidays to you and yours. Laura

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

Adorable CJ!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Kimmy Van Kooten

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

So cute CJ! Do you know...not one of mine wanted a blankie...just good ole' ninny! HA!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~

Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

So precious Cj..Merry Christmas!!

Dove

Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

I've seen children like this, and this poem should make them happy. You are always excellent with these poems. Victor

Reviewed by Michael Mathieu (Reader)

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

Memories of this is always good.Thanks for the write.
Enjoyed it.

Michael

Reviewed by Felix Perry

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

Sweet write, and thank you for finding and sharing with us CJ, hope all is well with you and yours.
Fee

Reviewed by A. Sperry

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

This was cute.

Reviewed by Approximately Naive

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

We called our tartan shawls. They were laid out on the grass for us to picnic upon, mother wrapped us in them when we were babies, women threw them over their heads to nip from one house to the next on a rainy day, we covered ourselves with them on the couch in cold nights and, all 22 feet of it was wrapped around the men as kilts in days of yore!

One word is all your poems need to press my nostalgia button, C.J.

Reviewed by Rusty Daily

Reviewed on December 12, 2006

CJ, your poetry always gives me flashbacks. It's good we have you here to refresh those somewhat faded memories. I've found that grownups have blankies too. When you get older they're called afgans. It's the price of growing up.
loveya
Rusty