I Believe in You by Karin Taylor The old attic, though in semi darkness Was warm and welcoming in the Spring A place of trash and treasure, it was full of kindling Of cotton reels and sewing machines, with treddles thick and thin I glowed with rosy cheeks and let the breezes kiss my face I could smell the honeysuckle and the jasmine in that place The smell of ancient timber in the rafters, wore not thin This place was super special at letting my imagination in There were suitcases and boxes with the hats my Grandmas wore I so loved the photo albums where their smiles were all but stored There were matryoshka dollies and doilies of pure lace Wrapped up in old brown paper, leaving clues for me to trace In a corner, by the downpipe, near a mouse hole hidden well I smelled a waft of perfume different to the other smells It reminded me of fresh sheets on a background of blue sky and I couldn’t help but wonder why this package caught my eye Strong string guarded carefully the treasure held inside My hands and sticky fingers fumbled clumsily to find the little piece of hessian that would pull the bow undone But find it then I did, and revealed there was a charm A quilt of softened colours from the ones that were once seen Laboured long with love to raise descendants’ self esteem But more to this there was and I would soon find out This charming little quilt was made to snuff out any doubt Attached to a tiny feather of a little known quail I saw the words “I believe in you”, floating to the ground The paper, brown with age and words was not the only message As I explored the running stitch I came across another In fact, as I explored each patch of satin covered padding I found a note secreted with a message to encourage Folded with such care they were, inscribed with love devoted For the purpose of uplifting souls, the heavy, the downhearted Who made the quilt that handed down these special loving notes We are not sure, we cannot know, they are anonymous I think I know, I think I can now understand the premise My altruistic relative had kept a simple promise She was handing down the love, that had been handed down to her and so with that in mind, my heart began to stir What she has done to impart her love, that I can do for you We pass on down to others, what is in our heart to do
Posted on: Fri, 07 Mar 2014 13:32:47 +0000
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