Two quilts,
one brown, one green,
sit folded at the end of beds.
Quilts to snuggle under,
providing comfort
when it was needed.
Blankets have come and gone,
but these have always been,
always will be,
special.
And now I run my fingers
over stitches.
Fine stitching
made by your hands.
I trace the edges of animals
chosen to remind us
of home. But really,
they remind us
of you.
And of course I feel sad
for time has passed too quickly.
But just like these quilts,
each labelled 'made with love',
our memories remain
to keep us warm at night.
Reminding us of
so many happy times
filled with love
and Joy.
for Aunty Joyce
10th November 2017
