Grandma Peggy

A Poem by Q S.

Grandma Peggy hands me a quilt

Hundreds of names sewn into it

None of them mine, but each of them beautiful

Each with their own square

And different patterns of fabric

I notice your name

It couldn’t be confused with anyone else’s

Distinguished from the rest, it’s stitched in vibrant pink

And my new name beside it, in green

I trace my finger over the hems

I’m relieved, you’ve sewn me together

I sigh, counting the edges

I’m grateful one of mine is stitched to one of yours