Love Is Like

The old quilt . . .

Its softness is enhanced

By age and use.

Its colors faded by the light of many days,

And its fibers show wear

Yet its beauty is all I see,

All I feel,

And all I know.

Its story is one of patience

And of time and effort.

It  contains both pain and pleasure.

The fabrics of many lives intertwined

To become one . . .

It is not one story,

But rather generations of stories

Shared by the fire,

Told over tea,

Revealed as fine thread

Wove scraps of many lives

Into something too beautiful not to share.

By Martha L Shaw – © 12-16-2013


This lovely quilt, subject of the symbolism in my poem, goes back multiple generations in my family and is approx 150 years old.  Oh, the stories it has to tell me are many!

5 Responses to Love Is Like

  1. T. D. Davis says:

    What a great analogy! Thanks.


  2. Sherry says:

    What a beautiful yo-yo quilt as well as analogy written poetically; made from flour sack materials and scraps from cotton shirts and dresses that one lovingly sewed for their family. God bless you as you have blessed me~


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