Jan Webster’s sister wrote this beautiful poem after Jan showed her and told her the stories behind two antique quilts that she has recently acquired.
by Cherry Harris
It read like a jigsaw,
each fragment section of fabric
sewn into place.
Teasing intricate shapes,
Frayed by the utter life of living,
Seams forming creations.
Peeling back the lives of lovers,
To represent the forgotten life of a nation.
Leaving bitter sweet memories.
Cotton thread lovingly sewn,
Between the intricate and the remarkable.
Now almost complete,
A body of complexity,
Is neatly folded.
A message from Jan:
“I showed you all a couple of months ago 2 antique quilts a friend gave to me and the stories behind them. My sister was so taken with them and the stories about them that she wrote this poem.
One quilt was a third or 4th generation passed down, the other was a paper piece hexagon quilt (both shown above) which a lady started to make before her young men went off to war. The papers inside are from that time. Sadly he never came back so the quilt was never finished”.