Grandmother's Woven Quilt

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in a house built by stone and asphalt I ellude to the discussion inside of innate moments of love baked cookies as traffic leave their shoes at the door a knock from a door lest I implore try to
even the score



There she sat in her old chair with grey hair pillars of smoke whisked through her eyes with a tear drop the saddened evelope was delivered of a long lost loved one that went home to be with the
Lord...,



She had a pot of coffee waiting in the patio with a heavy shawl upon her neck whispers in the corridor those angelic pitter patter of soft sandal feet She took here time with it & never quit
Grandmother's woven quilt may lead someone to great guilt



Her laughter permeate the atmosphere in old fashioned rhetoric alone again sitting outside on her porch swing the dinner bell rang old farmer Ted who lived at the edge of the street came by with
freshly baked bread she softened her lips and offered Ted a kiss



Finally it was done out of great amazement she entered the quilt in the Farmer's Fair that year it won first prize with a word to the wise the radio was playing her favorite song by Glen Miller, "A
Sentimental Journey"... yet why should she worry her days were spent in a high sophistication



gives cadence to the simple grandma popped a pimple stayed in the parlor was so very happy for once in a long time coming

Submitted: May 28, 2018

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in a house built by stone and asphalt

I ellude to the discussion inside of innate moments of love

baked cookies as traffic leave their shoes at the door

a knock from a door lest I implore try to even the score

?

There she sat in her old chair with grey hair

pillars of smoke whisked through her eyes with a tear drop

the saddened evelope was delivered of a long lost loved one that went home to be with the Lord...,

?

She had a pot of coffee waiting in the patio with a heavy shawl upon her neck

whispers in the corridor those angelic pitter patter of soft sandal feet

She took here time with it & never quit

Grandmother's woven quilt may lead someone to great guilt

?

Her laughter permeate the atmosphere in old fashioned rhetoric

alone again sitting outside on her porch swing the dinner bell rang

old farmer Ted who lived at the edge of the street came by with freshly baked bread

she softened her lips and offered Ted a kiss

?

Finally it was done out of great amazement she entered the quilt in the Farmer's Fair

that year it won first prize with a word to the wise

the radio was playing her favorite song by Glen Miller, "A Sentimental Journey"...

yet why should she worry her days were spent in a high sophistication

?

gives cadence to the simple grandma popped a pimple stayed in the parlor

was so very happy for once in a long time coming


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