Dear Quilt,
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Dear Quilt,
I pulled you out last night
from the darkness of the closet,
where you had been tossed
in a shame I wanted to forget
I saw not your clumsy stitches
or your badly cut block,
I saw the pieces of my life
in you, an eternal clock
I looked not at your crooked borders,
or at your imperfect seams,
but at the green strips that I put on you
Angry,When I wanted to just scream
I remember the day that I cried
over and over again, and
my tears mingled with your stitches
Like so many grains of sand.
I remember working on you
on that night spent in doubt,
while waiting, waiting, waiting
to see how it would all turn out.
The day I lost it all
dear quilt, you saw that too
yet you said nothing
just comforted me through
You were there, again, dear quilt
through those long days of fears
my shaking hands calmed,
your fabric catching my tears
You weren't only a comfort
but always there when
everything was wonderful
and all I could do was grin
You brought out my sense of humor
too, dear quilt, you did
how could I not laugh
when I sewed you to that lid?
In your corners and crevassses
I can finally now see
the joys and the sadness
that you lived along with me
The threads of our life intertwined
As I worked the parts of you
You are a part of me, dear quilt
As I am a part of you
So,no longer, dear quilt
will you be hidden away,
You will wear your mistakes proudly
even out on display
I will look at you and remember
all those long gone days
for your imperfections are mine
dear quilt,and finally, thats ok.
Stephanie Bowling
8-13-2010
Dedicated to "Santa is for the birds"
I pulled you out last night
from the darkness of the closet,
where you had been tossed
in a shame I wanted to forget
I saw not your clumsy stitches
or your badly cut block,
I saw the pieces of my life
in you, an eternal clock
I looked not at your crooked borders,
or at your imperfect seams,
but at the green strips that I put on you
Angry,When I wanted to just scream
I remember the day that I cried
over and over again, and
my tears mingled with your stitches
Like so many grains of sand.
I remember working on you
on that night spent in doubt,
while waiting, waiting, waiting
to see how it would all turn out.
The day I lost it all
dear quilt, you saw that too
yet you said nothing
just comforted me through
You were there, again, dear quilt
through those long days of fears
my shaking hands calmed,
your fabric catching my tears
You weren't only a comfort
but always there when
everything was wonderful
and all I could do was grin
You brought out my sense of humor
too, dear quilt, you did
how could I not laugh
when I sewed you to that lid?
In your corners and crevassses
I can finally now see
the joys and the sadness
that you lived along with me
The threads of our life intertwined
As I worked the parts of you
You are a part of me, dear quilt
As I am a part of you
So,no longer, dear quilt
will you be hidden away,
You will wear your mistakes proudly
even out on display
I will look at you and remember
all those long gone days
for your imperfections are mine
dear quilt,and finally, thats ok.
Stephanie Bowling
8-13-2010
Dedicated to "Santa is for the birds"
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Originally Posted by stefanib123
Dear Quilt,
I pulled you out last night
from the darkness of the closet,
where you had been tossed
in a shame I wanted to forget
I saw not your clumsy stitches
or your badly cut block,
I saw the pieces of my life
in you, an eternal clock
I looked not at your crooked borders,
or at your imperfect seams,
but at the green strips that I put on you
Angry,When I wanted to just scream
I remember the day that I cried
over and over again, and
my tears mingled with your stitches
Like so many grains of sand.
I remember working on you
on that night spent in doubt,
while waiting, waiting, waiting
to see how it would all turn out.
The day I lost it all
dear quilt, you saw that too
yet you said nothing
just comforted me through
You were there, again, dear quilt
through those long days of fears
my shaking hands calmed,
your fabric catching my tears
You weren't only a comfort
but always there when
everything was wonderful
and all I could do was grin
You brought out my sense of humor
too, dear quilt, you did
how could I not laugh
when I sewed you to that lid?
In your corners and crevassses
I can finally now see
the joys and the sadness
that you lived along with me
The threads of our life intertwined
As I worked the parts of you
You are a part of me, dear quilt
As I am a part of you
So,no longer, dear quilt
will you be hidden away,
You will wear your mistakes proudly
even out on display
I will look at you and remember
all those long gone days
for your imperfections are mine
dear quilt,and finally, thats ok.
Stephanie Bowling
8-13-2010
Dedicated to "Santa is for the birds"
I pulled you out last night
from the darkness of the closet,
where you had been tossed
in a shame I wanted to forget
I saw not your clumsy stitches
or your badly cut block,
I saw the pieces of my life
in you, an eternal clock
I looked not at your crooked borders,
or at your imperfect seams,
but at the green strips that I put on you
Angry,When I wanted to just scream
I remember the day that I cried
over and over again, and
my tears mingled with your stitches
Like so many grains of sand.
I remember working on you
on that night spent in doubt,
while waiting, waiting, waiting
to see how it would all turn out.
The day I lost it all
dear quilt, you saw that too
yet you said nothing
just comforted me through
You were there, again, dear quilt
through those long days of fears
my shaking hands calmed,
your fabric catching my tears
You weren't only a comfort
but always there when
everything was wonderful
and all I could do was grin
You brought out my sense of humor
too, dear quilt, you did
how could I not laugh
when I sewed you to that lid?
In your corners and crevassses
I can finally now see
the joys and the sadness
that you lived along with me
The threads of our life intertwined
As I worked the parts of you
You are a part of me, dear quilt
As I am a part of you
So,no longer, dear quilt
will you be hidden away,
You will wear your mistakes proudly
even out on display
I will look at you and remember
all those long gone days
for your imperfections are mine
dear quilt,and finally, thats ok.
Stephanie Bowling
8-13-2010
Dedicated to "Santa is for the birds"
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