Her Quilt

Her Quilt
I was held in the hands of a person who loves me.
I was picked special and carefully sewn into this quilt.
Sewing went on for hour’s days and weeks, it grew into months.
I was there to be held tightly when she felt her heart break and the tears slowly came down her face.
I was quilted very carefully stitch by stitch.
When the bad news came of a death she picked me up and held me near again I was her comfort.
When her grandchildren came to her house they would ask all kinds of questions about me.
She would explain to them how she made me and why I came to be her quilt.
When they fell asleep on her bed she spread her quilt of love over them.
I was on her bed at all time she would caress me and admire me that I was made with so much love.
I was there lying across her lap as she sat in front of the fireplace to keep warm.
Hours of heartaches, tears, and happiness were sewn into me.
I was there on the night’s she was sick and her husband placed me around her for he knew her time was near.
I was there the night when death came knocking at the door…
I was there when they took her away I felt her husband’s heart breaking.
I felt more tears I knew I would never be able to see her again and have her hold me near.
He took me and put me on her bed and walked out of her room and shut the door.
The house is silent no one lives here anymore.
Now I am lying here alone on her bed waiting for someone to love me and give me a new home.
Jennifer Waddell © copyrighted 2007 all rights are reserved