Quilt
My mother has a quilt
made by hands
gnarled yet able
for a lost brother
I barely knew.
On sick days
she’d wrap me in the quilt
tell me the blanket
was love
to keep me warm
and safe
each square of fabric
something of his
sewn together
bound by thread
like family threads
even death
can’t break.
end 4/27/2017
S. Darlington
That is just beautiful – a blanket of love 😘🐻
Thank you! 🙂
Enjoyed your words…your story.
Many thanks! 🙂
What a beautiful metaphor to use as a memory for keeping the lost brother close, and the little girl wrapped in love — in the quilt. My Mom is a quilter, loves it very much but hasn’t done it lately as work is busy. But I know how painstaking and intericate putting a quilt together can be, you must have that knowledge from a relative too. A quilt is a wonderful metaphor for what you express.
Thank you, Mandi. I wrote a story years ago about a quilt showing a person’s entire life. It becomes so much more than just a blanket. 🙂
What a beautiful piece of writing!!