The Full Circle Quilt PREFACE:
When my mother died in 1981 at the very young age of 57, there were many of her crafts and projects that were left unfinished. It was too painful to deal with, so I carefully boxed everything up, and brought them back home with me.
For years those boxes made move after move with me, and were never opened...it was too painful. Getting rid of them was not an option, but I really didn't know what to do with them, either.
Now......so many years later, I went through the boxes, and found many precious things, with wonderful sweet memories attached. As I looked, I found the completed top portion of a quilt. It just needed the bottom, and batting. My mother-in-law....an expert seamstress, took on the challenge of cleaning the quilt top in its old and fragile condition, and then completed the quilt.
We gave it to my Dad for Christmas....completed and back home where it had begun as just a few pieces of cloth so many years before. The love Mom and Dad shared was solid, real, and everlasting. And I know he will never love another. I wrote this poem, and placed it inside the Christmas Package, on top of the quilt. He read it. Then looked at the quilt, and started to identify different pieces of fabric, after all these years. He then read the poem again. The emotion and the tears in his eyes told me that we had given him a precious gift, that money could not afford.
The Full Circle Quilt
This quilt has come full circle, with loving hands it began;
Boxed up and carried across the miles, unfinished and yellowed by time.
A cherished treasure, it was kept; with mementos of the love,
It had no purpose nor could be used, the hands stilled long ago.
But this circle is sweet, it comes around in the most unusual ways;
An addition to our family, with stitches sure and true,
Has completed this quilt with loving hands as a Christmas gift to you.
So, once again this quilt is home, finished and like new,
To wrap you in it's circle of the love she had for you.
©Dena Willard Christmas 1996 Published in Book of Poetry 1997
A Mothers Love
Red Skeltons Pledge