The
Quilt of my Life x
My
life is like a patchwork quilt, patches of this and that, pieces from
the past cross over into the precent.
.
Faded
memories, from blue and white gingham school days, a piece of old
lace, whispering of long hot summers, lazy afternoons and first loves
kisses.
Denim
and cheese cloth, bare foot on sandy beaches, cool clear waters
lapping at my toes.
Grey
tweed that looks so ruff, but soft to touch, old and well worn,
falling asleep on Grandpa's lap, listening to stories of this and
that, in the flickering fires glow.
A
busy floral cotton of yellow and gold's, reminds me of mother,
standing at the door, calling to me to come in for supper, hands in
her pinnie pockets, flour on face, the smell of baking wafting around
the place.
Cream
silk, soft to the touch, looks so delicate but lasts so long, just
like my marriage to my one true loved one.
Baby
blue and pink chintz my sons first tear and my daughters first
smile,and the joy they bring all the while.
So
as I sit, getting old and grey, I put together the patches of my life
and if by chance one day the memories start to fade, I’ll lay my
life quilt out in front of me to survey.
Fly
I will to day's gone by and memories that my quilt I know will keep
alive, and it I hope will always remind me of days long ago,of
sadness and loss, and tragedies I know.
But
most of all, the memories it will bring are those of a long life so
sweet, and oh so worth the living....
Copyright
VG Boom.
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