Quilt Of Love
I remember grandma
siting in her rocking chair,
Just as happy as can be
as I sat there and stare.
This was the ugliest
quilt I have ever seen,
But happily her fingers
worked at each seam.
I asked why she had so many
colors and they didn't match,
She smiled away as she
sewn another ugly patch.
You see my little one each
tells a story from way back when,
From when i was a little girl
we didn't have much then.
So I kept old clothes,
blankets, and coats too,
Because one day I new
this would belong to you.
You see I was too little to
understand what she meant,
But I kept that quilt of mismatched
colors that so many hours were spent.
As I got older I pulled it out
of a box just to remember her,
Her scent, and memories of me,
watching her all seem a blur.
But would you believe that
every piece that she had sewn,
Had a date on it and what is
was from and how she grown.
That quilt doesn't look
so ugly to me anymore,
It was her growing up before
heaven knocked on her door.
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By TinyTeddy
© 2008 TinyTeddy
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