As the snow falls
And the cold winds blow
I think of an old quilt
I made years ago
How Mom smiled with pride
At the small stitches I made
Each scrap tells a story
Of a long ago day
With love and patience
She taught me to quilt
After many finger pricks
My masterpiece was built
We cut out every piece
And reminisced with each one
Of what it had been
And what it would become
My Daddy’s old shirt
Was soft and warm
As he carried in firewood
It became ragged and worn
A silky cream cover
That adorned a small testament
That I carried the day
I married my gentleman
A flower garden of pansies
From Grandma’s old dress
Made from flour sacks
She’d saved only the best
A patch here and there
From dresses Mom made
For dances and weddings
And other special days
My quilt tells a story
Of years gone by
And shares the special love
I saw in Momma’s eyes
The day of gathering scraps
Was my favorite part
Me and Mom together
Sharing pieces of our heart.
What beautiful memories and what a treasure that quilt must be! Thank you for your beautiful words-you have a wonderful gift!
Thank you Michele! Thanks for stopping in, come back soon!
sounds absolutely lovely! 😀
Thank you Andi!
What a wonderful post! It made me feel warm and sentimental inside.
Thanks Carissa!
Awesome