TATTERED QUILT

Searching My Auntie's Attic, Sifting Through Old Things

Coming Across A Tattered Quilt, Some Seams Without A Trace

Thinking Of It's Possible Past, It's Whats And Wheres And Whens

Noticing It's Harsh Usage And The Resources Of Which It Was Made

Imagining The Thoughtfulness Of It's Creator And The Intent Within That Mind

Immediately Hoping To Restore It And Use It As My Own

Borrowing A Bit Of History And Then Graciously Passing It On