She starts to smile remembering a place and time, where youth and love flow like the stream nearby. The happy sounds coming from the waters fall, song of birds fill the air. A rock across the stream brought dreams of adventure far. As she rode her steed that stood proud and tall. Each stitch was a time in place, as she rode away from the stream.
The times of her life sewn in every stitch, colors, shapes made from pieces she saved. One, from her love, who had long been gone. Several from her children who are grown and gone. A few, from their children who’s smiles still shine bright, as she told them the stories of the stream at the meadow edge by the water fall. Where, she meets her love so long ago. Of how they danced to the waters flow. It was there her first kiss appeared.
With each colored piece memories flowed of hard and good times of long ago. With shaky hands of time, gently she wipes a tear from her cheek; she looks at the tear as she gently wipes it on the stream she made. Then in soft loving voice she looks down at the quilt.
For in this quilt is all my love, my reflection, my life. To those I love and loved before I leave you my memories, in stitches of time and love.