To those who may have read it already I do apologise. To those who have not, than I hope you will enjoy it. I wrote this several years ago. Hope all are taking time to smell the roses.
Vickey Stamps Granny's Crazy Quilt* Granny sat by the fire, in her old rocking chair Just dreaming about when her family was there She'd drawn up a corner of a quilt not yet done As she mused on the battles of life, she had won There was the blue as clear as the skies Matching in color, that of her daughters eyes Over there, near the center, stood dark colors of earth Much like her son's hair, at the time of their birth That pale yellow she'd sewn, to the right over there Was the shade that God placed in her daughter's hair Her son's eyes held the browns you could see in a tree Oh her children were such a great gift, don't you see And Pa was strong thread she used as she sewed Her memories of life with him always glowed Sometimes she'd ask for advice he would lend When she'd finished her chores, and had sat down to mend To her he was there, and had not gone away He'd be there forever, with her everyday She'd tell him the reasons for the colors she'd use From memories of things, that helped her to choose All the first baby shoes, kept polished so white The color of stars that came in the night Hand me downs, sometimes made from an old flour sack Clothes hung all the years, on a broomstick clothes rack Now cloth had been torn from seams with great care And quilted into covers, she'd once sent everywhere There were the remnants of things once brand new There weren't so many. They were precious and few The color of Love made her wonder so much She could almost define it then it swam out of touch Her and Pa would sit out on the old porch swing They'd read the worn Bible that Granny would bring They'd get excited at how heaven would look When they'd read the description from God's holy book Oh how they'd miss their old farm and all that But they'd take Granny's bonnet, and they'd take Papa's hat Wonderful memories, they would often recall Why her and old Pa, had the best of it all One day they discovered, she'd done passed away She was found clutching her quilt on that day The very last patch rested there in her lap And a smile on her face as if taking a nap The last patch held fast the color of gold For the sun and its warmth? Perhaps! I was told But was it for heavenly streets paved so bright Where things are peaceful, the paths filled with light We know for sure, that she left one last gift Intended to help, and our spirits to lift. The large patch held embroidered words, easy to see I know she meant them for you, and for me "This quilt holds love and warmth is here May it ever bless you and bring you cheer." İVickey Stamps |
Beautiful and meaningful poem. Thanks for sharing.
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Beautiful! You have a gift from God to put words together in such meaningful ways.
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That brought teArs tto my eyes! Beautiful.
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Thank you...I enjoyed it very much. I lost my Grandma this year and have her quilt tops..I will think of your words when I'm quilting them like she wanted. =)
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beautiful. thank you for sharing your poem.
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