My Grandfather's Bride

My Grandfather's Bride

He always treated her so lovingly
Like she was still his bride.
Even though they both worked hard
Shoulder to shoulder and side by side.

After a hard day of work on the farm.
After the livestock had been fed.
He would work on his manly chores,
And she would quilt covers for their bed.

She used the scraps from her sewing,
Never wasting a single thing,
Precious bits of colorful fabric,
One which would become my wedding ring.

Granddad made her a big wooden chest
Deep enough to hold inside
All of the winter's sewing projects
Being worked on by his bride.

Years later we would go through them
Exclaiming over fabrics from our favorite frocks,
Some with tiny story book characters colored brightly
From Bugs Bunny to Goldy Locks.

She left us each three quilts when she left us
And we each treated them with special care,
And even today as they warm our slumber
We can still feel the love of Grandmother's prayers.
Thena

Grandmother and Her Quilts
 
Grandmother would take scraps of fabric
And turn them into a work of art.
Family heirlooms would flow from her hands
As treasured works of heart!
 
She could take thread and thimble
And with her talents from above.
She made masterpieces of these things
That showered her family with love!
 
 Her  quilts do more than keep you warm
For when  made by someone you love.
In every stitch there is part
Of a warmth that goes clear to the heart.
 
Grandmom's quilts are more than just  blankets
They are  more than just pretty  spreads
Her quilt's designs formed in her loving heart
Rather than in her head.
 
A quilt when given to those you love
Is a never ceasing bond
Which warms the heart, the body. the soul
For generations long!
 
Thena Smith

That really brings me back. Thank you for the memories. They are both lovely works of art, just like grandma's quilts.

I did a little book of quilting poems since Mom and Grandmom quilted and were so wonderful at it.