The Quilt

Carefully folded and put away.

a small quilt lay hidden.

I gently lift it from its place -

to feel its tiny stitching.

Sadly with a trembling hand,

I trace the heart once sewn. 

The memory of its making -

forever lingers on.

Slowly tears begin to fall,

for the longing that remains. 

I still feel the loss -

of the dream that never came.  ~  msc