All the pieces in her quilt
are scraps from her aprons and dresses.
A collage of her life
in calicos and prints,
a thing of beauty from leftovers.
Entwined in the threads
of the innumerable stitches
are fragments of her time —
hours and minutes
invested and hidden in this labor of love.
Today I possess Grandma’s treasure
and I realize I’m twice blessed
For I’m warmed not only by the quilt
but by these remnants from her days.
By Doris Stensland in On the Back Step