Old Blankets

When she saw there was only one thin blanket on the bed,
she told him she was always cold at night.
He started looking in closets, remembering
some blankets from when he camped as a little boy.
He reassured her that the stain on the green blanket
was probably a urine stain, but was at least 50 years old.
He reappeared with a brown blanket, a plaid one
and a yellow one, all thin and worn looking, but
real wool, he assured her. Five blankets later,
she was satisfied that she would stay warm that night.
Good night, she said, as she closed the door
and turned off the lights.