Monday, October 31, 2016

Granny's Quilt - a poem

Granny's Quilt

Irregular became Granny's hand,
determined patience its guide,

feedsacks, old shirts lovingly pieced together
upon cabin porch's worn cane-bottom chair.

"Stitching prayers" she'd say,

sewing a bit long, a bit ragged.  Well house,
wash tub, clucking chickens before us,

my eyes bright, hers dimmed. Quietly vibrant her voice,
warning me of life's twists and turns.

Spellbound I sat, watching snarled fingers
create Puritan Stars to wrap about my shoulders,

"To protect you from the wolves of life" -

faith-filled blessings forever guiding,
forever nurturing all my days.

by Margaret Bednar

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This is my first post for this new quilting blog "Of Gimcracks, Garnishes & Gild".