A Quilt For My Mother

When I learn to sew
I will make 
My mother a quilt
For she is a quilter
Making everyone else quilts
She deserves one made for her
With love.

I’ll scan photos
Of her favorite people
Into fabric and stitch them in,
Her daughters 
And husband passed, 
Her sis, Her bro, Her dad
Her mother passed,
Grandkids Olive
And Oscar,
Her walking friends
Her sewing friends,
People are the fabric of her life.

But mostly vibrant colors
With a splash of black and white
Maybe something muted,
All in good taste
Because she has good taste,
She always knows what she wants
She’s a decision maker
And I’ll stitch that too
Somehow or another 
Into her good quilt.

Stitches to piece together hardship -
An overcoming thread for that,
Stitches to piece together loss -
A thread of laughter and fun for that,
Stitches, stitches, stitches
Because mom always makes life fit,
And there’s a patch for this and a patch for that,
And she passes that onto others,
Now I’ll patch her right back.

When I learn to sew
I will make 
My mother a quilt
For she is a quilter
Making everyone else quilts
She deserves one made for her
With love.