The Quilt
I’m working on a comforter
a quilt of patchwork, bright
To decorate the bed I’ve made
and keep me through the night
I’ve spent my life collecting
each lovely patterned square
They each bring something different
Oh, what stories they might share
Some are cut from regal cloth
Such royal integrity
Others are just tattered rags
but precious, still, to me
Colors bright and solid
others floral, silk and lace
Calico and gingham
pieced together in their place
A life of gathered swatches and
some tools to make them whole
Ready for the tailor’s hand
True artistry the goal
The scissors are my character
that true each ragged edge
The needle is a vision with
an eye to draw each thread
Each single square of cloth
is just a photograph in time
of moments in my life
And seasons of my rhyme
All the quilted patterns
Secured by woven thread
They build a life’s grand tapestry
To lay upon the bed
I’m finished with my comforter
This quilt of patchwork, bright
It decorates my bed of life
Pray, keep me through the night
4 Comments:
What a lovely analogy Bob. My great grandmother stitched me a quilt when I was a baby. She told me that it had been made from all the special things that she had ever owned and that every single piece of it was a memory. I still have it. It sits on a chair in my room looking a bit worn now but one of my most treasured possessions. This made me smilexx
By midsomerval, Apr 04 09 10:33 AM
I,too,have a quilt from my grandmother and one from my mother,they are both filled with memories and love.
You have created a beautiful quilt,Bob,and a lovely bed for it to lay on. ox
By Joybaby, Apr 04 09 11:22 AM
I do like the way this bounces and rattles along - cheerfully.
By lesley153, Apr 04 09 8:14 PM
That is beautiful, good subject and very catching. It made me smile too.
By jordandog, Apr 05 09 6:01 PM