My Crazy Quilt

The quilt started out a nice large size
With colors and textures to delight the eyes
It was created from silks and satins
Soft to the touch
And though luxurious
Didn’t cost very much.
It was made from old blouses and soft silk ties
And satin from fancy lingerie too-
Anything that was beautiful to see,
And only the most special would do.
The stitches were embroidered on the dark rich colors
In thread so bright and gay
That just to glance at the beauty created
Made for a smile that day.
This was the quilt of my childhood
The one that cradled me at night,
Kept me in warmth and comfortable
When my parents turned out the light.
I slept so sweetly under the quilt
And played on it with my toys
And wept hot tears when I was sad
And giggled and laughed at life’s joys.
But soon the quilt was too worn to save
And no longer could it be repaired
And eventually Mom discarded it
Though I had hoped that it would be spared.
I think of it often and fondly
When I find that I can’t sleep
And once again travel back in my memory
To that time so precious and sweet.
Thena

I still have crafts created by my great grandmother. She could dream up and make almost anything. Everyone in our very large family still has something that she made. I'll never forget my sweet, little, Swedish grandmother. She prayed many a family member into the Kingdom of God.