I found this poem in an old notebook, I remember someone asked me to write a poem about a quilt, because she was a quilter. We were in a bar at the time. The softball game had just ended. The guys were playing foosball.

PATCHWORK PIECES

Patchwork pieces

Grandma’ s quilt

Threads that link

Generations

Uncle Harry’s boxer shorts

Aunt Mae’s apron

Worn to make the bread

Flannel pajamas

Of countless children

And sixty cousin’s cousins

Held together

With love

by Diane E. Dockum