Basket-Quilt

O my basket-quilt,
That my mother made.
Has worn to bare threads,
And is so full of fade.

She gave it to me,
When I was wed.
And I treasured it so,
To put on my bed.

It wore...and it wore,
And in my heart.
I saw it crumble,
And fall apart.

It had served me well,
Within my keep.
And I feared...it would be tossed,
On the garbage heap.

So in reverence...I took it,
To the hearth's bright ray.
And the embers of the flames,
Burned up swiftly and took it away.


E.P. 1908 - 1989


This quilt was made by Nicole Turner Miller in 2006.