i think being given a handmade quilt has got to be the ultimate gift.
they are so intricate and beautiful, unfortunately, I've never owned one.
relish in your memories.
blue skies,
cheerio carola
Connections are so alive and influential. The title gave me added meaning to this write, I feel. Not all things left behind can be used to convey what the maker wanted you to feel, but quilts can. Wonderful poem.
Quilts are beautiful works of art and to watch someone lovingly craft one is a special moment in time for sure. Their lives. their smiles and sometimes their tears are all held within the fabric and the squares of their creation. It is nice to hear that you can still see her in the patterns as she wraps her arms around you, even though she is no longer here. Nicely done my friend
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1 Year Ago
thank you for these very kind and understanding words, will,
j.
Some heirlooms are submitted to repeated use and some aren't as lasting as could be expected. But the sharedness and connection is too valuable to deny!
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
Thank you, Frederick...yes too valuable...
I feel her every time I use them.
j.
Perhaps, memories get worn and tattered as time goes on but they'll still bring us warmth and comfort, thin or threadbare they may be. I loved your thoughts here.
This is a beautiful, loving testament to your mother. There’s something special about quilts, especially when made by your mother. I imagine that is where the saying, ‘wrap my love around you’ came from. Just a thought. May all your memories help keep you warm in your heart as well.
Lovely warm nostalgic write. I thought of my own mum and maternal grandmother, both very competent with knitting and sewing needles. Hand knitted squares for quilts of many colors that’s where you took me J. We had quilts made of crochet squares too. Every stitch lovingly worked. The memories may fade but you still have the comfort. Something special about blankets. Kept a few of my aunt’s recently.
Chris
Posted 1 Year Ago
1 Year Ago
yes, the keepsakes we will keep as long as we are alive...keeps them alive.
j.
A sad poem. Those quilts are the blankets of life. Carefully assembled comfort and warmth.
The memories shared here speak to me as I recall my grandmother in her rocking chair long after her hands could comfortably hold a needle, still sewing or knitting
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1 Year Ago
Still knitting after all these years...and maybe a little crazy, too....but oh so interesting. .. read moreStill knitting after all these years...and maybe a little crazy, too....but oh so interesting.
thanks, Ciara.
j.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..