This Long Forgotten Quilt

A thought of D.K. Parker

Tonight I lay sleeping under this long forgotten quilt. My dreams are of home, forgotten adventures, and my beloved family. To anyone else this is just another piece of bedding, but to me this quilt is my family and the life I left behind in Alabama. Beneath this old tattered quilt nothing is wrong and I am safe, back home. The weight of the world cannot penetrate it, who knew cotton was more than bullet proof.

This quilt was not store bought, but woven by the hands of my Grandmother from cotton and twine produced in the cotton fields of Alabama. In the corner her name is stitched along with the date she finished it. She never knew how this quilt would protect me long after I had left Alabama.

One day this long forgotten quite will protect my own family and children. Perhaps always reminding them and me where we came from. I will awake in the morning ready to take on the world once again! But for now I will lay and dream of home and the life I left back Alabama