Quilt Memory Poems | Examples
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an oatmeal cookie day with a cup of warm lemon tea
sipped under the cloak of a homemade quilt
I devoured the cookie in six enormous bites
it was warm from the oven, and exactly the right sweetness
the wind was howling, the rain pelted the window by my side
on my lap I held a long-loved novel I have read before
there was a dog lying next to my feet; he was content as was I
makes me want oatmeal cookie and tea during all storms
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home—a sigh in worn floorboards,
kitchen's cinnamon hum,
dog's tail thumping welcome
against my shins.
rain taps
the tin roof's lullaby.
grandma's quilt, threadbare love
stitched in every patch.
not just walls, but the ache
that loosens when the key
turns in the lock.
safe.
known.
my bones remember.
The quality of the yarns has faded
Colors clash, knotted memories
Woven together, re-stitched,
Worn fibers straining for recognition
Seek the truth of each knot
The wisdom of each choice
The tint and taint of time.
Has it always been “My” quilt?
Was it “gifted to me”
Already bearing pieces
Of other’s stories?
Has memory fused feelings
Tempered the truth
Of the weavers
Allowed us all to claim
So many “oh so similar” stitches.
I doubt it covers “everything”
Some squares must have been left out
Some trimmed away, chewed by the dog
Lost in a sibling tug-o-war.
Don’t get me wrong
I still cherish “my” quilt
I just have trouble believing
That it is “all” mine.
John G. Lawless
7/10/2023
The wind
comes in at night,
bringing with it new ghosts
but I'm wrapped tight in mother's quilt,
each painstaken swatch stitched by her own hand
She sings a breathy lullabye
and rocks me to sleep in
the cradle of
the wind
What's in the closet
Betty Davis old wired hanger
in the upper left hand corner spiders web
on the floor by the baseboard a mouse hole
and on the closet shelf an folded up patch quilt blanket
Grams old fur rabbit coat
nestled tween the raincoat and dad's work shirts
ragged old hoody
Mothballs scented smell entire closet a memory of useful things now hidden away
7/9/19
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015
I have a lovely quilt, that my wife stitched for me
she said ‘twill keep your legs warm, while you’re watching TV
don’t know how old she thinks I am, I’m only seventy three
but she said “it will be good for you, especially your sore knee”
She made me a cushion too, so comfy I would be
I think she has the notion I just sit and watch TV
it has a chess motif on it, cause I like chess you see
a Castle and a King, they could be just the key
I use the cushion every day, to play chess, and watch TV
but I don’t use the quilt much, it gets too hot for me
so on the back of the chair, that’s where it will be
and will stay there till I need it, maybe when I’m ninety three
Making a Quilt
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016
I’m going to make a quilt today
if nothing else gets in my way
he’ll want a cup of tea I know
as soon as I sit down to sew.
I tell him that the needles stuck
he says that he will have a look
don’t know what he thinks he can do
doesn’t know a bobbin from a shoe
He sits down, all full of zeal,
but then he asks me where’s the wheel
there’s no belt, no pedal too
don’t know what I am going to do
I know a Singer Sewing Machine
but one like this I’ve never seen
its not like the one my mother had
to do the sewing for my dad
I’ll pull the cotton and see what shakes
but that’s no good, the needle breaks
at least it’s not stuck anymore
and then he just walks out the door.