Whenever I wrap myself in a quilt
I think of a special friend,
one who thought to pick up the scraps
of my dreams that had crashed in the end.
A friend who thought nothing of taking the time...
though I knew how much time it would take,
to rummage through haystacks for needles I'd lost
and thread them again for love's sake.
Quilts are like
friends, for the older they get,
you realize they're worth more than gold.
And I'll sell all I have but I'll keep friends and quilts,
all I'll need to keep warm when I'm old!
(by Cora Eedlman)
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