Stories and poems about "grandma" are the warmest ones there are. Your poem is beautiful and brings back many memories. As a child we didn't know what a blanket was. The only thing we had to use was those wonderful patchwork quilts. I recall neighboring ladies would spread their time between one household and another, as they sewed quilts as needed on a frame that hung from the ceiling. (In those days every household had one of those quilt frames it seemed.)
BEAUTIFUL, LOVING MEMORIES ARE EVEN BETTER WHEN WE HAVE SOMETHING TANGIBLE TO REFER TO. THIS IS A WONDERFUL TRIBUTE TO YOUR GRANDMOTHER DONE WELL. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS.
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
The picture really enhances your poem, MaryGrace. Thank you for sharing your warm memories. It's easy to see you treasured your Grandma, too.
Love,
Connie
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I love this poem. I remember the days when my grandmother was making quilts, long before comforters! Thank you for sharing.
Carol
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Respect for skills and the tenderness of love and devotion and the wonder memories evoke are all here in this lovely poem.
John
Love,
Connie