I knew she loved me the moment she wrapped me around her neck.She tells me I'm perfect,that I'm soft and warm. I'm getting a bit old and scratchy but I'm still being worn. I know one day she'll give up on me, but I still feel loved. She folded me up and cradled me in her arms. She layers me in a box “good bye”. He now wears me, he now loves me, she still cares.
Something I have in my writing are descriptive words like scratchy,soft,warm and old.
Something I want to work on is to relate to my readers.