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As a child I would often drift off to sleep with Granny reciting nursery rhymes… I always tried to stay awake long enough to hear “Little Boy Blue” by Eugene Fields.
The final stanza inspired this blanket and photo…
Ay, faithful and true they stand,
Each in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.
Machine Washable.
As a child I would often drift off to sleep with Granny reciting nursery rhymes… I always tried to stay awake long enough to hear “Little Boy Blue” by Eugene Fields.
The final stanza inspired this blanket and photo…
Ay, faithful and true they stand,
Each in the same old place
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face;
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of our Little Boy Blue,
Since he kissed them and put them there.
Machine Washable.