Patchwork Bunnies

This never actually happened but I imagined my old country Grandma doing it in my mind. She could cook, bake, sew and garden like the dickens!

My Grandma worked miracles,
With her needle and a thread.

The treasures that she stitched,
Were created with heart and head.

She made herself a patchwork quilt,
For warmth one chilly night.

Then felt a tugging in her gut,
She really had a plight.

T'was silly to make this pretty,
To keep only for her own.

She had many grandchildren,
Why worry 'bout her bones?

She ripped the quilt in pieces,
And made a bunch of bunnies.

Handing them to us with love,
She called us all her "honeys".

Feelings overwhelmed her,
That would never, ever wilt.

The memories of our happy faces,
Kept her warmer than the quilt.

 

Author's Note

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Reviews

[AaronFreitas]

I love the deeper meaning behind these words. You expressed love for family in a way that is difficult to get across with words, yet you did it perfectly. I can definitely relate since my grandma knits and crochets... you never see anything she has made herself but every kid has a blanket she has made them. I know her joy comes from seeing her grandchildren taken care of and it made it easier to relate to and understand exactly where you are coming from with this write. Perfectly written :)

[MelissaAndres]

Thank you for your kind words, Aaron! My Grandma was definitely one of a kind!

[Celie Rose]

Grandmother's love. Giving a piece of it to her beloved grandchildren through her cherished quilt. Nicely written. Keep writing.

[MelissaAndres]

Thank you, Celie Rose! :)

[annalysiar]

Its homey and warm a good poem all in all

[MelissaAndres]

Thank you for reading and commenting, annalysiar!

[ANTO]

My grandma didnt make things but she did make a grown man wee his-self when she squared up to him for a fight after he kicked her dog. At only 4 foot in height - she appeared diminuitive but had a much worse bite than said dog. !!
They aren't called 'grand' for nothing - wisdom and age has made them formidable and brimming with love for their own.
This is a beautiful wee tale Melissa, well told. :)

[MelissaAndres]

Your Grandma sounds like she was pretty feisty!! What a wonderful thing!

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful story in the poem. Our elders show us how to love and be kind. I enjoyed this story. You create beautiful thoughts and a amazing woman. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[MelissaAndres]

Yes, my Grandma was pretty amazing. She and my Grandpa (my Dad's parents) were good ol' country folk. I miss them a lot!

[Coyote Poetry]

The old ways were the good ways. People knew what was important.

[MelissaAndres]

Very true. Today most people are too rushed and too technology-oriented to savor what is really important.

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes you are right. New generation are addicted.

[Autumn Lyric]

Very comforting to read this poem. Enjoyed it very much; the turning of the quilt intended for herself was made into sentimental mementos to treasure forever, given to her grandchildren. Beautiful expressions...Thank you for sharing them.

[MelissaAndres]

Thank you, LaShaye. I am glad you enjoyed readying this as much as I enjoyed writing it. :)

[alifeacoustic]

Aw, that is lovely Melissa, and so true. Many of the older generation would rather see their grandkids happy than any quilt could. But their is something beautiful about a patchwork quilt, especially one handed down, with a history of love and care.
Wonderful words Melissa.

[MelissaAndres]

Thank you, alifeacoustic! This poem never actually truly happened but I just imagine my grandmother doing something like this. I am the oldest of six children and I also have many, many cousins because my Dad is the youngest of five! I don't know how my grandparents handled Christmas every year! HA!

[alifeacoustic]

True. I don't know how my parents managed, let alone my grandparents. There was loads of us. :)

[MelissaAndres]

My best friend in high school was an only child -- we wanted to switch families all the time!

[alifeacoustic]

I bet.....:)

[Samuel Dickens]

My parents and grandparents made things, making do with what they had, just like your grandmother. I've tried to continue in that way myself, which these days makes me a dinosaur. The poem is well constructed and conveys a sweet but important message. I don't believe your grandmother and I did things exactly the same way, however.

[MelissaAndres]

Thank you, Samuel! This story/poem didn't actually happen but I do imagine my grandmother doing so. She made wonderful quilts and definitely had many grandchildren and great-grandchildren. She passed away in 1999 and I surely do miss her. I don't really sew or quilt but I have a seasonal craft business that I enjoy and, I believe, my creativity comes out in my writing. Thank you for your wonderful comments!

[Samuel Dickens]

Mother died in 1973, and one of my most precious possessions is a quilt she made.

[MelissaAndres]

Cherish it! I would have liked to have had some of my grandmother's quilts but they had already been spoken for. I have a few other trinkets though and lots of memories!