Tuesday, April 07, 2009

Baby Quilts

aunt j's baby quilt

her child all grown
she treasures the baby quilt;
too precious to use

I spent the afternoon sewing a baby quilt for a friend. It made me think of this quilt, made for me by an aunt. I loved it so much I never let the baby use it at all. It's folded up in my closet, a treasure never snuggled. My baby is 21 years old now. I hope my friend lets her baby use the quilt I made and she loves it to tatters.

4 comments:

laurasalas said...

My kids have loved quilts from both grandmas literally to pieces. Sometimes I wish I had saved one out to be...saved. But mostly I'm glad they've worn them out. Even if they end up with only one tattered square/section left, it will still hold all the love inside it.

Gawdess said...

so lovely

Linda said...

I did the same thing. My mother-in-law made a quilt for my older son. She passed away three months before he was born. I saved the quilt and gave it to him when he turned 30. Lovely poem, you captured it so well!

tanita davis said...

I never had a baby blanket, but my brother is seventeen, and Mom has saved a strip of his, which, when he's sick, he still likes to have (*cough*) in the room. You know. Just in case.

:)