I Am A Quilt

I AM A QUILT

I am a quilt that still remembers every stitch of needled thread
The loving hands that sewed and shaped me for a cold Decembers bed
Depression fell like snow that winter we waited by our old farm door
For the man who shared our pride and pillow his news was well worth waiting for.

I am more than thread I'm more than fabric From close-out bins and worn out shirts
A scrapbook of lives, old memories and stories that breath me life and give me worth

I am a quilt that still remembers their only daughter born in June
I was her comfort & companion, she would drag me room to room
The bedtime prayers & princess stories tucked in tight sweet dreams my girl
She went off in peace & pigtails to fight injustice in this world

I am a quilt and I still remember The darkness of a cardboard box
All stored away with old attic memories convinced that all but time forgot

I am a quilt that still remembers the wrapping paper white disguise
Her wedding day and separation I s'pose injustice found its fight
Illness came to us that summer her quilting hands and heart grew week
I tried to warn the cancer's coldness, she died softly in her sleep

Be blessed with a life thetas full of forgiveness that's how my quilted tag does read
Love is the thread that sews us together especially for you, with love me

I am a quilt that still remembers every stitch of needled thread
The loving hands that sewed and shaped me for a cold Decembers bed

I am more than thread I'm more than fabric From close-out bins bins worn out shirts
A scrapbook of lives, old memories and stories that breath me life and give me worth

I am a quilt that still remembers . . . . . .