The quilt that cradled you
As sweetly you slept -
Did you trace its pattern
Of memories kept?
Captured in abstract
Circle and square
To cross-stitch distance
From Here to There;
A block of black velvet
From Granny's chair;
A first-day-of-school skirt,
Locks of your hair;
An ivory petticoat's clinging caress,
A taffeta whisper of wedding dress -
Cloth-binding a patch-work of shapeless things,
Created from chaos - and given wings.
June Masters Bacher - Escondido, Calif.
I cut this poem out of a magazine years ago and found it again recently.
