God blessed me with a grandma of many talents, <br /> <br />And one of them always left me thoroughly amazed. <br /> <br />It was the way she collected square scraps of cloth <br /> <br />To make quilts that seemed worthy of praise. <br /> <br />Each with its own colors and textures, <br /> <br />Of rare beauty in pattern and design, <br /> <br />She formed them with love <br /> <br />Into a tapestry of aesthetics sublime. <br /> <br />These squares of fabric became a work of art <br /> <br />In my grandma’s talented and trained hands. <br /> <br />These treasures have become a fond remembrance, <br /> <br />Over the years since my grandma left for elysian lands. <br /> <br />It intrigues me how these patchworks of varying textures <br /> <br />Became such sources of hospitable warmth and amenity. <br /> <br />They stir my sentimental thoughts about many distinct folk <br /> <br />That I recall from my youth who became my extended family. <br /> <br />They kept me feeling comfortable and warm with attentive care, <br /> <br />Much like the quilts my grandma made with many a fabric square.<br /><br />Albert Price<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandma-s-quilt-3/
