My Quilt
My Quilt--far more than just cloth.
No simple construction of yarns or fibers ;
Still, just material pieces, cut from beautiful fabrics.
But, delicately hand stitched.
Intricately woven with love.
Patiently she took her time ;
With me, kept in mind.
Her lovely patchwork design.
Not luxury, but the softest texture.
And the quality of her structure--superb.
My GrandMother's superior perfection ;
Done with loving affection.
A true work of art--from her heart.
So cozy on chilly nights--
She knew just how -to-do them right.
My Quilt--My Grandma made for me...
In my thoughts, I hold her tight.
The One I cherished, so dear...
She's near, as I pray each night.
My Quilt...for years has comforted me.
At the end of my bed--always displayed.
Over time has become a little frayed.
It still brings me to tears, when I see--
My Quilt...
That my GrandMother made--
Just for me.
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