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My husband is cleaning out some old boxes of "stuff", and ran across this poem that was clipped from a newspaper by one of his aunts. It's a poem that was written in 1969 by Mrs. Eva Parrish. Don't know what the name of the newspaper was, but it was from the Jackson Co. area of West Virginia.

The sentiment really struck a chord with me, and thought I'd share it with you all:

MY QUILT

I pieced a quilt the other day.
I chose the colors bright and gay.
As I laid them end to end
So each with the other one would blend,
I built a story of the years
A story filled with fun and tears.

This piece of print so light and cool
Is that I wore first day of school.
And here is one so bright and gay
I wore when Fourth Grade had its play.
This green, so lovely trimmed in white
Was worn graduation night.

The blue, the yellow and the gray
Were packed to take to school away.
This lovely piece of voile you see
I wore the day I poured the tea.
And this through which the stripes are wrought,
I wore to school - when I taught.

The blue for happiness they say,
I took along on my wedding day.
This one, I wore with tear and sigh
The day we bid Grandma "Good-Bye."
And here's the one I wore to town,
When first I wore a wraparound.

And in this wee and tiny print
My first born son did take a sprint.
Then here's a piece - and yet another
'Twas made in rompers for his brother.
The story of the life I've lead
Isn't found in a book - but on my bed.

ann clare

Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.

QuiltnNan

:) :) :) :)

Sewfine

That's is a beautiful poem.

niizh

This brought tears to my eyes. Remember my Mom's quilts made from our clothing. Seven kids, after handed down to last child, then went into a quilt.