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!
It is a beautiful quilt and a wonderful poem.
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Thanks for the blessing!
Beautiful quilt and beautiful reflection, Martha. I know you feel so blessed to have an heirloom such as this.
Yes! Thank you!