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 – © 2013
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