PIECES OF OUR HEART

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.