The Old Tatered Quilt Poem by Clara Keiper

on a cold day in the middle of winter
my grandmother was born
they wrapped her up
in a brand new quilt
hoping to keep her warm

When my mother was born
grandma passed the quilt down
as Mom passed it on to me
by that time it tattered and worn
but it meant everything to me

all through my childhood I dragged it along
It was patched and mended and cleaned
anytime that I was around
that old quit could always be seen

I can remember being little
When they put me down I'd weep
cause I had to have my blanky
or I couldn't go to sleep

on a cold day in the middle of winter
my beautiful child was born
and we wrapped her up in that
old tattered quilt
hoping to keep her warm



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