Patchwork Quilt
It hangs in a show among precious quilts that have spent their whole lives in cedar wood chests. It sags with frayed edges purple squares threadbare where dye ate the fabric through tatters and tears. Owner unknown, it was found in a line shack where an old logger lived Many decades ago. Coins sewn in the corners with bachelor dreams saving for some day when his life work was done. Was it left in a hurry or found wrapped around him his work-battered body in his bed all alone? Was he found by the grocer who hadn’t seen him in town? Did he lie there for days Before someone came around? Was it a childhood comfort Or an old family heirloom a gift from a maiden who bid him adieu? Whatever its story, it hangs on a clothesline amid others so pristine saved only for guests.
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"Did he lie there for days
Before someone came around?
Was it a childhood comfort
Or an old family heirloom . . . "
So evocative, Sue! Treasures such as the quilt may have so many stories in their making and in their using. Loved this post.
quilts carry many stories dont' they? lovely poem, thank you, sue.