Autumn
Quilt
I love my new autumn
quilt, In colors pretty and
bright, Grandma's hands made with
love, Each stitch sewn just
right.
She would sit and
sew all year, Carefully storing each quilt
away, Until a chill touched the evening
air, Then she put on a cherished
display.
Each child and
grandchild was gifted, A treasure by her
loving hands, Feed sacks and dress scrap
squares, Encircled by a matching cloth
band.
Grandma's quilts
were used each year, To chase away the bone
chilling cold, Prized as a source of
night-time warmth, Beneath we would happily
enfold.
Grandpa always used
a quilt, To pack the pumpkins in a straw
basket, No bruises from the wagon ride, On
the way to the farmer's
market.
Grandma would
bristle at the thought, Of her hard work
holding a pumpkin, Yet she would giggle with
pride, At the wink of her country
bumpkin.
Grandpa could get by
with 'most anything, But grandma came down on
him pretty hard, The time she found one of
her autumn quilts, Draped from a basket;
beneath pumpkins in the yard.
Grandpa quickly
removed his prize produce, Shook the quilt
free of dead grass, Folded it up really nice
and neat, With a kiss to grandma, the quilt
did pass.
Beloved autumn
quilts sewn with love, Those sweet memories
will always remain, When the cold breezes
start to blow, I bring out my autumn quilt
again.
Grandma will forever
be sewing quilts, Each stitch filled with her
undying love, As I cuddle underneath the
latest gift, My sleepy voice gives thanks
thereof.
Gayle Davisİ 21 September
2006
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