The Old Pieced Quilt

In het Amerikaanse tijdschrift Quilters's newsletter Magazine van October 1988 vond ik dit gedicht en ik wil het met alle quiltsters delen.
Het is geschreven (denk ik) door Jean Grisson Murray en verscheen in The Kansas City Star op donderdag May 12, 1938
Ik koester het gedicht en hoop dat jouw en mijn quilts een net zo lang en interessant leven zullen leiden als deze van Granny. Enjoy!

The Old Pieced Quilt

Grandmother's quilt is threadbare now.
but it sheltered many a grave "pow-pow"
and plotted Indian raid;
Hung on the clothesline, neatly spread,
it made a tent to shelter te head
of many an army, bravely led
And many a hero made!

When you were a king and I was a queen
that quilt took on a silken sheen
embroidered with threads of gilt!
Pinned to my shoulders, it trailed behind,
velvet and ermine, the finest kind,
and I never thought and you didn't mind
That it was only a quilt.

It's a long, long time since we were ten -
our world had no horizons then
but those our fancy made,
But that brave quilt still plays its part
in those dim kingdoms of the heart
where childhood dreams are hid apart
And memories are laid.

Jean Grisson Murray