A Treasure
A quilt poem by Mildred Hatfield
It's more than a coverlet,
More than a spread,
This beautiful quilt
That graces my bed.
It's laughter and sorrow,
It's pleasure and pain,
It's small bits and pieces
Of sunshine and rain.
It's a bright panorama
Of scraps of my life-
It's moments of glory,
It's moments of strife.
It's a story I cherish
Of days that have been,
It's a door I can open
To live them again.
Yes, it's more than a cover,
This much-treasured quilt,
It's parts pieced together
Of the life I have built.
shown:
proof that I actually sleep under 5 quilts;
10, if my husband tosses me his share
4 comments:
That is a nice poem. Wow 10 quilts on one bed! I thought I was overdoing it with three.
I've only got 3 so far. But the flannel sheets are on already. I love a cold room for sleeping but hate getting cold at night.
I love sleeping with all that weight on you to keep you warm. It also gives you another reason to make another quilt!
We don't need that here in AZ.........so will find another excuse.
Great poem too!
This is my first visit to you! I read several of your post and find you a very "soothing" soul. Your way with words are compelling me to keep reading! Not to mention your lovely works of "quilt art"!!
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