The Old Quilt
Snippets of cloth.
Cotton threads.
A hundred and fifty years.
The threads are looser.
The color has faded,
but just a bit.
There is still magic.
There is still beauty,
and a wonderment in the holding together.
About this poem
The picture of the quilt was taken in Whitehall, NY. It was done in the 1870’s.
I almost called the poem “Life”.
Tom
