I got to go to Grandma's house,
And stay for the month of July,
It was such a special visit,
Between just my Grandma and I!

She gave me for my very own
A doll she had made for my Mother.
He will always be my favorite doll,
More precious than any other.

And in the cool of the mountain eves,
We'd sit by the hearth, she and I;
And she would tell the most wonderful tales
Of days and of times gone by.

I watched as she worked on a special quilt
She gives to each child when they marry.
She told me besides giving pure warmth,
Each quilt has a story to carry.

"Each petal is made from a piece of our life;
Each life is a piece of yours.
And if you remember what I tell you here,
You can share them with other viewers.

This petal here is made from a shirt,
The shirt that your Grandfather wore
That oh! so very scary day
When he left to go off to the war.

And here's a piece of the skirt I was wearing
The day he came marching home!
And this from the day we bought the farm,
Never again to roam.

This from the shirt your uncle had on
The day he started to school.
And this from your Mother's wedding gown;
Oh! She was a radiant jewel!"

The days at Grandma's went speeding by,
And soon the summer was gone.
But the doll, and the quilt,
And the stories she told.....
Forever will live on!!

© 2001 Peggy Swycaffer