By Lorraine Walker Williams
Member-at-large
Worked by loving hands, the quilt
hangs on the wall next to my bed.
Precisely cut and sewn, a mélange of
intense blue and green, the quilt suggests
water interspersed with turtles
hemmed in by indigo borders.
Turtles, making their way over sand-
crushed shells in and out of the sea.
Threads connect this marine world;
simplicity defines stitched curving lines,
honoring the space, preserving patterns.
These turtles, symbols of longevity,
give comfort to my aging bones,
remind what hands pull together, mend
together, make whole from scraps discarded…
can fit together in this fractured world.
Very beautiful, very positive, Lorraine, this poem of connections, threads, and pieces joined.
Nice job on this – great metaphor. I quilt also and it’s such a terrific pastime. I have made a quilt for my first three grandchildren when they graduated from high school. Hope I can last for the next six. 😀
Love this Lorraine❤️
Very creative poetry. Bravo!