Open Poetry #42 |
My Mother's Quilt |
hoot_owl_rn Member Patricius
since 1999-07-05
Posts 10750Glen Hope, PA USA |
My Mother’s Quilt A worn quilt rests upon my favorite chair Each stitch a faded memory it seems Of days when I would watch my mother there With quilting frame and scraps of blues and creams She’d sew for hours on hours every day Creating quilts for family and for friends With time and love she seamed without delay A throw of all her little odds and ends Dear mother has been gone now twenty years And I have aged with children of my own Though death is one step closer, I’ve no fears Of dying, loss, or simply the unknown I hope to see my mother, soon, once more And know, in heaven, that she waits for me With quilting frame and cotton scraps galore Darning her quilts for all eternity I am nothing special...and my name will soon be forgotten,but I've loved another with all my heart and soul,and to me,this has always been enough.~N.S |
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Robert E. Jordan Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-25
Posts 8541Philadelphia, Pennsylvania |
Ruth, This is very nice. I like to see the word "galore" used in a poem. Bobby |
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Roniece Dawson-Bruce Member Ascendant
since 2000-01-29
Posts 5689Sydney, Australia |
beautiful thoughts of your Mom dear Ruth... love RDB Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight......... |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Very sweet poem, Ruth. Ida |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
nicely written and expressed as per your norm. enjoyed. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Ah so that is where all your "warmth" came from, a wonderful quilter it seems. Beautiful Ruth. |
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Alison
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
beautiful. |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
Quilting was one of the first hobbies I got involved with when I moved here to PA. I have many made, collected and that are worn. It takes much patience and skill to take those pieces and make something that will be warm and comforting to others. Wonderful poem, Ruth. M |
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simon Member
since 2008-01-14
Posts 440London, England |
very much enjoyed... |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
wonderful write...I was going to write a poem with this exact title a few years back..... |
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