Little bits of cloth,
tattered treasures
Daddy's good shirt,
Granny's flour sack apron
Brother's blue jeans,
Sissy's Sunday best
My calico dress,
Mommy's yellow housecoat
I pull these memories around me
Faded and fragile,
frayed around the edge,
worn through here and there
Comfort on cool autumn eve
2 comments:
This is a good piece, Deb. I like the lines "faded and fragile, frayed around the edge"--I can see that quilt as I read, and feel it's softness around me.
Thank you for posting it.
This is one of those pieces that just kinda brings a smile up as you remember.
I know we prolly had a good dozen patchwork quilts around the house when I was growing up. It never struck me until I was grown and gone, that that was as close to some of my relatives as I would ever be. Pieces of clothing making up those quilts from my people, my blood; long dead before I was born.
Almost has a sacred air about it. An untold closeness to who you are and where you are from.
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