The Quilt

Ah, grandmother dear, how I smile
As I look upon the quilt you made for me
Many long hours of love and labor
and all the miles we walked together

Now who would have known
and who would have thought
all these years later it stands the test
And hangs here now among all my best

A little worn and somewhat tattered
these stars of red, white and blue.....
Folded just perfect on a matching stand
The frayed edges really couldn't matter

Many years passed since I turned sixteen
ah, so many summers I have seen
little did I know this gift you lovingly made
would bear great witness to a
'special love' for me.

Deep reds and wines, and shades of blue
your 'america my country' book displayed too
George Washington as he signs a bill
Yes, Mama I now show off your plate

Indian heritage thrown in too ....
intense my colors like the maiden made by you
How did you know so many years ago
The colors I'd chose to wrap around my home

You said, 'we are a part of all that grows'
didn't understand then but this I know
When spring I smell in the air
long before the buds appear
I can feel the call ......

So world you can have all the malls
as I yearn for the sun upon my face and back with hands plunged deep within the soil I know....
yes, I'm part of all that grows!

And I can still see you taking each loving stitch
Many longs hours you sat on your bench wondered then, why you sat so long
your fingers sore and your back would ache, but yet so strong

But now you sit at the Masters Feet
and all your pains have been erased
and I remember by your feet and side
All the love I felt then and now inside.

Now I know why you took each stitch.
So we all might know your never gone
No matter how much you are missed
Leaving apart of you behind that offers warmth, smiles and memories galore

What better gifts could I have
than to know you set about with more
love and patience then designed it all just ' sew'....

NOTE: My grandmother which I lovingly called MaMa, moved on home with the Lord February of 1992 which was her birth month (Feb. 12th).
Written in love from memories by (Swan)
Cause if you ask me.....
Yes, I was and still am Blessed!