With her needle and a thread.
The treasures that she stitched,
Were created with heart and head.
She made herself a patchwork quilt,
For warmth one chilly night.
Then felt a tugging in her gut,
She really had a plight.
T'was silly to make this pretty,
To keep only for her own.
She had many grandchildren,
Why worry 'bout her bones?
She ripped the quilt in pieces,
And made a bunch of bunnies.
Handing them to us with love,
She called us all her "honeys".
Feelings overwhelmed her,
That would never, ever wilt.
The memories of our happy faces,
Kept her warmer than the quilt.
Melissa Andres has been writing poetry and short stories since she was a small child. She loves reading mysteries, some true crime and similar genres. Melissa adores imaginative words. She is married to her true love Mark and lives with him and their two dogs, Cooper and Bandit in Fort Worth, Texas. She has a son Jared, a step-son Brent and five grandchildren; Christian, Faith, Ashlynn, Madden and Madison. Melissa has self-published a novel titled Uncertain but would love to go the traditional route with other projects she is working on at the moment. Her dream is to become a full-time, paid author with a “writing cabin” somewhere in New Mexico. The peaceful mountain backgrounds would surely inspire.