Patchwork
Memories
I found it in an old house
in a trunk of treasures, rare.
I took it home and carefully cleaned
the dust from each lovely square.
Then I spread it out and studied it
and wondered about the one,
who'd sewed each piece and quilted
it until the task was done.
I pictured her with braided hair
and eyes of ocean blue
and hands that showed the wear and tear
from the work she had to do
piecing it together,
from scraps that she had kept,
at night when she sat down to sew
and children finally slept.
Each patch was something different,
a special memory,
a dress she’d worn to Sunday school,
a blouse she’d worn to tea,
a child’s old worn sleeper,
her husband’s old wool suit,
her mother’s gingham apron,
curtains trimmed in fruit.
Each patch was something special,
a memory from the past,
sewed into a patchwork quilt
and carefully made to last.
As I hold it on my lap
and picture her back then,
I know she sewed this quilt with love,
for her family and friends.
© 1998 Susan Maree Jeavons
First Place-Nostalgia Category
Modern Poetry Society Feb ... 1996
My Hearfelt Thanks To Susan
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