I loved hearing this and felt the passage of time in the timbre of your voice as you read. How wonderful to wrap yourself in this quilt of the ages. It made me re-think the quilts I have crocheted by my great-aunt.
I'm glad this poem brought you pleasure, Doreen, and that it made you re-think your great-aunt's crocheted quilts. How beautiful. Thank you for reading, listening, and sharing your thoughts. I appreciate you.
The quilt and this poem are so special, Robin. Creating something beautiful and practical, in community with others on a regular basis seems to have been lost. But perhaps that is something we will bring back.
Wow! I have read your heartwarming poem and look forward to listening later, Robin. What struck me my immediate perception of 'chest' ... not of the wooden kind, but a dual meaning, from the heart / of the heart. Exquisite! Your poem is timely regarding the twists and turns in life being presented to us now and to remember to remain still as often as possible so we don't make choices that create further craziness in our lives! So much depth to discover... xx
Thanks for your perceptive reading, Leanda. And I appreciate you seeing this piece as timely. I almost held it back for submission elsewhere, but felt the urge to share it here and now.
I loved hearing this and felt the passage of time in the timbre of your voice as you read. How wonderful to wrap yourself in this quilt of the ages. It made me re-think the quilts I have crocheted by my great-aunt.
I'm glad this poem brought you pleasure, Doreen, and that it made you re-think your great-aunt's crocheted quilts. How beautiful. Thank you for reading, listening, and sharing your thoughts. I appreciate you.
Loved listening to your voice, Robin... I heard and felt the depth to your connection to family and the heirloom crazy quilt twists and turns. xx
Aww, thanks so much, Leanda. I’m glad. xo
Such a beautiful tribute; time travel, memory holder, woven so artfully. Thank you. I was pulled into it🫶🏼
Charlene, thank you.
You’re welcome.
A gorgeous poem, Robin, worthy of your grandmother's astonishing quilt.
I love its form. And every texture!
Laurie, thank you for reading this piece, and for taking time to write me such a beautiful response. I can feel your words in my heart.
The quilt and this poem are so special, Robin. Creating something beautiful and practical, in community with others on a regular basis seems to have been lost. But perhaps that is something we will bring back.
P. S. Thanks so much for the restack. 🥰
I love that thought, Maria, and I'm so glad you enjoyed this poem.
Wow! I have read your heartwarming poem and look forward to listening later, Robin. What struck me my immediate perception of 'chest' ... not of the wooden kind, but a dual meaning, from the heart / of the heart. Exquisite! Your poem is timely regarding the twists and turns in life being presented to us now and to remember to remain still as often as possible so we don't make choices that create further craziness in our lives! So much depth to discover... xx
Thanks for your perceptive reading, Leanda. And I appreciate you seeing this piece as timely. I almost held it back for submission elsewhere, but felt the urge to share it here and now.
Well done for listening and following your impulse to share now, Robin. 👌💝 xx
A beautiful remembrance ♥️♥️♥️
Thank you, Hugh. ❤
Wow. I am really feeling the crazy quilt twists-and-turns of Nana’s life. And now, yours.
What was her name, Robin?
Like my poem for my Grandmother Sophie for Women’s History Month, we must say their names!
https://open.substack.com/pub/thenewversenews/p/nvn-friday-womens-history-2025-say?r=djjtr&utm_medium=ios
Thanks, Robin. Her name was Marion.
Stunning poem, Robin. A worthy tribute to your Nana!
Thank you, Julie!