Memory-Quilts

It hovers above me

So I draw it near

A quilt stitched with laughter

And heartache and tear

Morning and evening

And all in between

Shape love’s darling patches

Of what once had been

Invisible handiwork

Intricate blend

Of snippets and pieces

That living will send

And fitted together

To warm and to cheer

Are four-season colors

Of year against year

Who knows the fabric

Waiting to be placed?

Who knows the patterns

Waiting to be traced?

But oh, what sweet comfort

To draw to our hearts

Those quilts made of memories

That loving imparts

© Janet Martin

Tonight when I called hubby for our evening chat he told me he had a flash-back as he watched a truck-driver hug his little girl and she wailed as he climbed in his truck and drove away ...

This was one of those rare evening when all four kids were at home AND in a good-ish mood! So we were downstairs where the fire crackled, each with our books, puzzles, ipods, and I fell asleep. They laughed at me as I woke from a solid nap and a missed 'together' time. I guess they'll remember how mom used to fall asleep with a book on her face:( I am so cross to have sort of 'missed' the evening, even if they likely didn't notice) Then after talking to Jim, (hubby) I pulled at that old memory quilt and added a patch.