Nancy’s Quilt

She’s in her eighties now
At the end of a blessed life
Her husband has passed on already
But she continues to find joy
In her son and in his sons

Her grandsons tower over her
With their height and their strength
But she is not weak
They are all her babies still
When her adult grandson gets chicken pox
She buys calamine lotion and cares for him
She feeds him.  She fusses over him.

Today she is making that man a quilt
She chooses the material carefully
Bits of a special dress and
pieces from one of her husband’s
well-worn shirts
scraps of pretty and special material
collected over time

As she crafts the quilt slowly and quietly
sitting in her favourite chair
on a Sunday after Church
With happy thoughts of him
in mind

She would never know that
one day this blanket would not only
bring warmth and comfort to him
But would later be wrapped
gently around his wife as she slept
and that he would use it to cradle his newborn
On a Winter night in late December

That her love for her grandson
and the work of her hands
would extend to family
She would never meet

But maybe as she works
She knows
Better than even he does
What lays in store for him
As she works on her stitches
With a satisfied smile

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Image source: http://houseandhome.com/blogs/house-home-daily/patchwork-quilts

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2 Comments

  1. Someday, I’m gonna be her, sewing my love into every fibre of a quilt, to be passed down.

    So pretty, Samantha.

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