I am a new member and a beginning quilter, retired nurse and writer. I wanted to share something I wrote sometime back and hope you will enjoy it. 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