Haibun
As a child,I recall having a small green blanket without which I could not sleep. Every night, I'd curl up under this worn out but soft piece of woollen cloth, suck my thumb and gradually sink into the dreamworld of children.
My parents believed that if they could part me from the green blanket, I would automatically stop sucking my thumb. All their other attempts to rid me of the habit had failed miserably.
Eureka, one day they hit upon a plan. They took me to visit a poor family living in a hovel. The baby was wearing minimal clothing. My little heart melted, we went back home and carried all my extra woollies and my prized blanket to be given to the child.
By nightfall I had forgotten about my generous deed and wept for my blanket.. my Mom gently reminded me how the baby would sleep without shivering for the first time in its short life....
God loves a giver -
the angels sang lullabies
to me that night