Splattered On An Aging Quilt Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Oh!
The shame and the guilt,
Splattered on an aging quilt.
Left torn and tattered.
To be tossed thoughtlessly about.
But there sit those knitting together,
Discarded pieces from the past.
Gathered in a must rushed hush they've come,
In attempts made to cover the sadness it has!

With the hope the doing of this to the quilt,
Is accepted to forget the increasing pain and agony.
And will last at least until another victory declared,
Appears somewhere to be found to proclaim.
To prevent the diminishing of a fading fame,
Losing what was once thought glorious to maintain.
And symbolic enough to keep it adored and worshipped.