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Grandma’s Quilt

Grandma’s quilt

Warming her old pine bed,

Tells the story of her life

One that she had led.

There is a piece of worn out lace

From her wedding day,

It covered a young girl’s face

A face now wrinkled and gray.

I see the blue of a blanket

That she wrapped her little one in,

As she rocked him through the night

Safe from the howling wind.

In the corner a big red square

From a boy who hit the ball,

Next to it a tiny dress

With fancy lace and all.

Grandma’s quilt,

Pieces of her life,

Made with love and tears,

By a trusting young wife,

Sewn with perfect stitches,

By a steady young hand,

With eyes bright with life,

As she dreamed life’s plans.

There is a baby’s bonnet

From the one that came too soon,

She still recalls his soft sigh

As his spirit left the room.

There is a square that still has

The faint odor of perfume,

The scent that she wore as a young wife

Before life wore her down too soon.

Grandma’s quilt,

Pieces of her life,

Made with love and tears,

By a grief stricken wife,

Sewn with tired stitches,

By her trembling hand,

With eyes filled with tears,

As she struggled to understand.

There is a piece of black

From her daddy’s burying day,

She wished she really knew the man

Said what she wanted to say.

There is a square of yellow

From her momma’s Sunday best,

She misses her so badly

Since they laid her to rest.

The cover from her bible

Is stitched in there too,

So many times she leaned on him

To help her just get through.

Grandma’s quilt,

Pieces of her life,

Made with love and tears,

By a loving wife.

Stitched by eyes,

Too old to see,

Her uneven stitches,

Are so perfect to me.

Poem copyrighted © 2004 by Lydia Warner Miller

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