I had a quilt, it was blue and pink,
It was a great quilt I used to think.
My grandma Young made it, who knew when,
I only knew I loved it then.
It covered my bed, matching me,
Not the curtains hung so prettily.
It gave me comfort, warmth, minute fame
Wearing it at the weekly baseball game.
You’ll ruin it Mom used to say, but
I didn’t see the damage day to day.
So it accompanied me in my coming of age
Unniversity, first flat, now I’m engaged.
Tattered and frayed in a trunk it came
To give me warmth at home in Spain.
There it stayed until my daughter was born,
Searching for our roots, I found it too worn.
Unable to part with those golden days
In that trunk it still decays.
My Grandma Young made it, who knows when,
I only know I loved it then.
It was a great quilt I used to think.
My grandma Young made it, who knew when,
I only knew I loved it then.
It covered my bed, matching me,
Not the curtains hung so prettily.
It gave me comfort, warmth, minute fame
Wearing it at the weekly baseball game.
You’ll ruin it Mom used to say, but
I didn’t see the damage day to day.
So it accompanied me in my coming of age
Unniversity, first flat, now I’m engaged.
Tattered and frayed in a trunk it came
To give me warmth at home in Spain.
There it stayed until my daughter was born,
Searching for our roots, I found it too worn.
Unable to part with those golden days
In that trunk it still decays.
My Grandma Young made it, who knows when,
I only know I loved it then.
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9 comments:
My grandmother and great-aunt used to make quilts, but somehow none of them lasted to be passed down. I do remember sitting on one in their spare room, asking where each piece of the patchwork came from.
Nice poem.
Thanks for the comment. I don't remember seeing my grandmother make quilts, but there were a few she had made around her house. I do remember her cutting up old material for them,which we found when she died, along with the quilt referred to in the poem.
Hola Amy,
Te he enviado un par de e-mails, pero seguramente habrán ido a parar al SPAM Folder (como pasó con el tuyo).
Aqui va de nuevo mi respuesta:
Encantado de poderte ayudar en lo que pueda.
Creo que tienes buenas ideas y también creo que te puedo ayudar a ponerlas en práctica.
Incluso podríamos cooperar en un par de proyectos que tengo en Internet sobre la Costa del Sol. Los quiero realizar en Inglés, pero mi Inglés no es "that good" (desde luego no tan bueno como tu Español)y me lleva demasiado tiempo escribir correctamente los Posts.
Precisamente ayer comencé 2 nuevos Blogs sobre la Costa del Sol.
Yo también vivo en Benalmádena.
¿Podríamos vernos y asi tú me explicas tus proyectos con más detalle y yo los míos?
Mi Tel: 620443347
Un Saludo
Rafa Minuesa
"It covered my bed, matching me"
I love that line, it says so much, so beautifully.
I can't imagine you ever cutting any of it off, but if the day should ever arrive when it starts to pull apart, you can always frame a piece and hang it on the wall, quilt love art.
i have just such a quilt,, but there is one catch,, i bought it,, and have imbued it with the sentiment,, the hands that so painstakingly crafted it and the relationship to my life,, it was an orphan you know,, and i took her in.....
this was beautiful......
Paisley I love the idea that the quilt was an orphan and you took it in. Handmade quilts definitely have that special emotional touch, like you say, those hands that with love, care and spaecial talent made them. Taffiny,good idea. I haven't looked at the quilt in years, I imagine it is all smelly and rotten becasue of the damp storage room it's in, but I bet I could save enough to do what you suggest. thanks for the idea...and your positive feedback on the first poem I've written in 25 years!
Amy-
I have tagged you for a meme-
to list your 5 writing strengths.
Or in my case, 5 quirks which may eventually lend themselves to writing.
The quilt of memories - no matter how worn it will always be there for you... and your grandma will live on in it.
Lovely poem, Amy, we all have a "quilt" like that somewhere...
What an amazing poem...
I am a firm believer that quilts came from parts, and can return to parts, coming full circle.
The important thing is the meaning they hold for us, not their wholeness. Get that quilt back out into your life, save the salvegable portions and create secondary projects that lend themselves to preservation.
I am a quiltmaker, and this is the life I hope for my quilts...do not be burdened, be brave!
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