June 2006 Theme ~ "The Quilt"
Our assignment this month was to write a poem for which the title "The Quilt" would be appropriate.Congratulations to our June winners!
The Quilt
Making her way to the attic once moreNot unlike so many a'time before
Another day spent quite alone
Longing for her once busy home.
Shuffles over to the old worn hope chest
Remembering times, when she was at her best
The lid gives a mournful creak
An abandoned sound as if to speak.
The memories come flooding out
A weathered quilt, there is no doubt
Sewn with patches, once treasured garments worn
By the family, gone and forlorn.
She brushes away a single tear
Sadness, wishing they were here
Hugs the quilt, stitched with her love
Patiently waiting, for her call from above.
© 2006 ~ Lyn
The Quilt
When I was just a little girl, the ladies of my churchWould get together once a month to quilt
I loved to watch their needles flash among the colored squares
As bit by bit a masterpiece they built.
My aunties taught me how to sew when I was very young,
Embroidery and needlepoint and such,
Creating art with needlework, it fascinated me,
And oh, I loved it very, very much.
And so one day they asked me if I would like to help
And at the quilting frame they put my chair
I threaded up my needle and I stuck it in the quilt,
And carefully I stitched the outlines there.
The ladies carefully inspected all that I had done
And then looked at the stitches of the rest,
They then proclaimed "Of all the stitches in this entire quilt,
Yours are the smallest and the very best!"
And after that I joined them every month on quilting day,
(Although at that time I was only nine)
And stitched away for hours on the quilts within those frames
Oh, so sweet are those memories of mine!
© 2006 ~ Grandma Lyn
The Quilt
A story that's unfoldedby intricate design
Tracing every moment
with every stitched entwined.
A sacred gift that's handed down
with each new life begun
As hands that tell another tale
sews one more square of love.
From births to new adventures
that fashion every day
Until the time has come to learn
just how the quilt is made.
Now in the twilight of my years
another new life starts
As in my hands I hold the gift
that I've stitched from my heart.
Just as my mother taught me
from generations old
The quilt now tells a new story
for the child my daughter holds.
© 2006 ~ Christina
The Quilt
In a trunk in the attic is a QuiltIts edges are torn and frayed
It holds generations of memories
From loving hands it was made
Each square was stitched with love
With scenes depicting true life
Good and bad all rolled into one
Created a history for this wife
In this Quilt her babies wrapped
She rocked and sang sweet songs
A sweet face looking up at her
Her love for this child strong
The years passed by the children grew
This wife and mother now old
She climbs the rickety attic stairs
And shivers in the cold
As she kneels over the dusty trunk
And lifts out the forgotten treasure
She smiles at the memories both good and bad
Stitched with love forever
© 2006 ~ Renee
Comfy Cozy
When winter's chill hits and the snow's falling hardI snuggle inside my quilt oh so warm
We sit by the fire and watch the snow come
Under my quilt I will come to no harm.
When spring time comes and the blossoms are blooming
My quilt usually falls off the bed to the floor
But when night time falls and I am getting sleepy
She's there for me when I close the bedroom door
When summer suns shining and it's oh so hot
My quilt on the ground as I lay soaking the rays
My quilt is my comfort from the hard cold grass
And we spend time reading for most of our days
When fall comes to visit, it's colors of gold and red
My quilt and I sit in the porch on the swing
She's wrapped all around me as we watch the changing hue
My quilts I guess, is my most favorite thing !
© 2006 ~ Lady Deb
