Before today's first thought
I was not ok-
Defeated by the weight of my eyelids.
I crept through morning.
Veering toward a 10:30 appointment.
There was a quilt to bring home.
A
quilt created during that first year to keep me afloat.
How wise I was to seek help in this last step.
How blessed I was to find a willing soul.
How safe all the bits will be; thousands of tiny stitches holding them fast.
How wise I was to seek help in this last step.
How blessed I was to find a willing soul.
How safe all the bits will be; thousands of tiny stitches holding them fast.
How
good that the quilt is now bound together.
How
uncanny that today is your birthday.
How much I would rather have you.
How much I would rather have you.
Dislodging
the pebble of damnation...
Tears of recklessness -
this vehicle is sobbed to a stop.
Tears of recklessness -
this vehicle is sobbed to a stop.
Just
on the edge of the junk yard wreckage
nearly drowning in tears.
It is almost 11 -As the door opens I look away at an overturned planter.
It is no use, tear streaked and puffy I am offered hot tea.
A small dog named Maggie licks the salt from my cheeks.
nearly drowning in tears.
It is almost 11 -As the door opens I look away at an overturned planter.
It is no use, tear streaked and puffy I am offered hot tea.
A small dog named Maggie licks the salt from my cheeks.
Leaving
the steaming tea pot in the kitchen
we descend with tea, dog and faith
to the quilters haven.
Bathing in sunlight,
fabric bits like a pile of scattered leaves.
The familiar colors greet me like the end of a journey.
This quilt is immense, it fills the whole table and falls over the edges.
This quilt is rich and strong- deep plum, apple green, warm brown, soft ocher and blue,
This quilt is now holding together heaven and earth with gold thread.
This quilt is the oceans and the shoreline, the mountains and the valleys.
This quilt is the meadows, tangled with vines and flowers.
This quilt is warmed by the sun and loved by the stars.
This quilt is surrounded in love.
This quilt is my way through.
This quilt is home.
My dog waits for the billowing quilt to land on the bed before pouncing into the colors.
we descend with tea, dog and faith
to the quilters haven.
Bathing in sunlight,
fabric bits like a pile of scattered leaves.
The familiar colors greet me like the end of a journey.
This quilt is immense, it fills the whole table and falls over the edges.
This quilt is rich and strong- deep plum, apple green, warm brown, soft ocher and blue,
This quilt is now holding together heaven and earth with gold thread.
This quilt is the oceans and the shoreline, the mountains and the valleys.
This quilt is the meadows, tangled with vines and flowers.
This quilt is warmed by the sun and loved by the stars.
This quilt is surrounded in love.
This quilt is my way through.
This quilt is home.
My dog waits for the billowing quilt to land on the bed before pouncing into the colors.
Her
nose comes close to mine and her tail thumps all those little
threads.
It
is time for a walk.
This
dog, this quilt, these words have brought me through
For
now my heart feels scrubbed clean, wrapped in a soft, lush, transparent
cloud.
My
mind fuzzy yet fresh, fogged yet clearly lightheaded.
Unburdened.
I
hear the crickets song,
They
are singing Happy Birthday to the October son.
We
miss you Stephen.
October
4, 2011
by
teri h hoover
