The colors in my quilt,
Each tell a different story
of people in my life,
Who have woven a tapestry.
To see the colors,
You have to close your eyes.
Follow your heart,
and then you will realize –
Some of the color in my quilt,
Has come from you.
The point where our lives touched,
Has left it’s own special hue.
A dark, rich green,
So vibrant, yet also mellow,
will remind me that a good leader,
must be willing to grow.
Mixed with splashes of yellow,
Warm, inviting, and lively.
The thread of friendship
that has been woven for me.
So now when I look at my quilt,
and see each thread that’s new,
I will remember where it came from,
and would just like to thank you!
© 2013 ck’s days
Other poems:
Goodbye, my friend by ck
The funeral procession by ck
My afghan of many colors by ck
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ck's days 
Aahh – this is very sweet, I like the idea of a quilt with little bits of the people you’ve met woven into it! 🙂 It reminds me, all that material I have stored away, to make a memory quilt – I never see to have to time to make it. Perhaps I should save it for sewing in my old age – middle age is still way too busy! 🙂
I wrote this for a dear friend of mine (I used to do that – write poems for people who crossed paths with me).
And you know, we make time for the things we want to make time for. Just sayin 😉
I agree, we do! If I really wanted to have a quilt of material memories, I’d have made it by now! The writing seems to winning all my time at the moment – but that’s OK, because I spent years avoiding it. It’s chasing me fast now!! 😀