Notes About The Poem

Phrases in italics are specific pattern names for needlecrafts e.g., 
Cross Stitch, Embroidery, and Quilting, among others.

This Old Quilt

This old quilt lies across the bed, the one we shared for so many years.
Each stitch lovingly made with the old-time craft once taught to you.
This pink stitch enfolds me now, in a memory of the fires,
the one built on the hearth and the other on the heart.
	love traces each step
	records in timeless pattern ~
	double wedding ring
This old quilt remains an exquisite reminder of those moments, the years
of happiness marching in sequenced stitch, hand in hand. Yes,
here the yellow stitch binds the two who basked in afterglow
when dim or bright, lighting the days and comforting the nights.
	this day is the best
	ever in our hearts and souls ~
	to have and to hold
Years spent watching you skillfully count the moments in caring hands
that carried us through good and bad, grief and loss, joy and pain.
Countless hours making life bearable and believable stand out
in blue on this old quilt, reminiscent of our life, always sharing, always together.
	for all the good times
	staying strong thoughout the bad ~
	always lovey dovey
Your hands are now still and the counting has ended those memories,
but this old quilt that still lies across the bed, begging I look past
tatters and stains from old age and much comfort to see the future
as bright as when each lavender stitch was lovingly placed there.
	always in my heart
	this old quilt remains as I do ~
	forever yours
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Mckeithan Avatar
April 8, 2025 at 8:32 PM
Beautiful poem Linda. Congrats on your placement
Fowler Avatar
April 9, 2025 at 5:40 AM
Hi Oliver. Many thanks for your congrats! :)
Leach Avatar
April 8, 2025 at 4:58 PM
This was so beautiful, it hurt in the most tender way. Every color, every stitch felt like a chapter of a shared life. I loved how the quilt didn’t just represent memory--it became a presence, something sacred and still alive. The ending brought tears. Absolutely exquisite.
Fowler Avatar
April 9, 2025 at 5:40 AM
So pleased you enjoyed this Alesia. And I am honored by your visit and supportive comments. :)
Crandall Avatar
April 7, 2025 at 2:09 PM
Hi elle, an affecting poem. When I was a kid our house was full of quilts, made by my grandmother.
Fowler Avatar
April 9, 2025 at 5:38 AM
Hey dave! My step-mother left many quilts her grandmother had made. Some tattered and well-used, others, more works of art than not. Thanks for stopping by :)
Cunningham Avatar
April 7, 2025 at 6:44 AM
Quite nostalgic Linda, a store bought one wouldnt have had the same value. Tom
Fowler Avatar
April 9, 2025 at 5:37 AM
Hi Tom. So true. cheers and hugs :)
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