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Mother's
Quilt
A square of bright red calico
Her fingers would explore;
She wore it her first day at school,
She told me o'er and o'er!
To a narrow strip of yellowed white
Her eyes would often stray;
She wore that when a blushing bride,
Upon her wedding day.
That tiny piece of pink and white,
And then the tears would start;
Her first-born in her arms was laid,
Close to her mother-heart.
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Her fingers touched a dainty blue
In reverence, lingered there;
"The little girl God needed," and
Her lips would move in prayer.
There, woven in my Mother's quilt
Was the record of her life;
The gray days and the golden ones,
Her years of joy and strife.
And when she left her earthly home
To cross that silent sea,
Her presence lingered, bright and warm
In this quilt she left with me.
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