The Quilters Poem by Donal Mahoney

The Quilters



They’re widows,
old and gray, bent over
a quilting frame, sewing
to meet a deadline

for the next raffle
talking and sewing in
grand memories
of husbands

dead for years
remembered daily
missed deeply
loved forever by

six quilters, all
cheerleaders waiting
to leap when their men
walk through the door.

Wednesday, March 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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