“It’s not coming together,” Mom fusses,
ripping out stitches of the appliqué.
“Don’t know why I’m having trouble.”
“May I help?” I ask.
“No, no,” she answers briskly.
“After ten of these I should know what I’m doing.”
Mom is in her 90’s, hands shaky,
eyes seeing only periphery.
Quilting’s been her passion, comfort, pride;
Sunbonnet Sue her specialty in county fairs.
Now she stitches and rips out, impatient
with the scraps of life’s gingham.
She may never finish. Just as well.
My hands will need solace
when she’s gone.
– Sarah Russell
Photo courtesy of Etsy
For the “quilts” prompt at Real Toads