Alone in a crowded room
Hands flicker in meditative state
As voices share the weekly news.
Blocks of memory as patterns appear
A story emerges from coloured cloth
Rich palette of family history shared.
This one was mine, I wore it then
That was Dad’s and this one yours
Do you remember Mum? As fingers stroke
And memories flare, like rekindled flame.
Old-fashioned hobby newly restyled
To make and mend, use odds and ends
Beauty created by loving hands.
Warmth on a cold winters night,
a quilt to hug, wrap up and study
Tonal differences in colour, texture, story
Peaceful journey of solitude and society
As lives stitched together by the thread that binds.