Sweet recreation



I lay in half sleep
On the couch
with bare tree limbs
swaying out the window
Sky an azure blue
A north wind pushing white clouds
Wrapped in Grandma's comforter
A patchwork masterpiece
In sweet recreation
Remembering...



Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-02-18 at 20:49

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countryfog
I suspect she would be proud of your own craft, the many pieces of reflection and gratitude and respect for the little given graces of place and moment and memory that you stitch into your quilt of uncommon sensibility. Like my own grandmother's quilts, nothing was ever wasted, each piece saved, their stories, sometimes years later, all coming together and pieced into the fabric of her life . . . and mine and yours.
2012-02-19