From the rising of the sun
to the place where it sets
The name of the Lord
is to be praised!
September 26, 2006 in Poetry of the Plateau | Permalink
She sewed the cloth with needle and thread,
Adding flowers of pink and red.
Then stretched it on the wooden frame
The back and batting then came.
She sewed, I’m sure, ‘till her hands cramped,
Though I know her spirit never damped.
As her fingers pricked and bled,
She lovingly created each bedspread.
As she sewed she’d often hum,
She knew of the comfort and warmth to come.
The special memories a quilt will keep,
For beneath each quilt we rest and sleep.
The cherished quilt brings back her touch,
Sweet comfort always treasured much.
Future generations will feel the love,
Of Sweetie Pie, who’s smiling from above.
May 20, 2006 in Poetry of the Plateau | Permalink