This is a picture of Jacob's quilt that I made for him. It sure did brighten up his space. He just loves it. It does my heart so much good to see that on his bed. I know how much love I put into it; prayed for him the whole time.
One day while I was making it I wrote a poem about it. Here it is:
Wartime Gift
I’m creating a late Christmas gift
For my boy who’s overseas.
He wasn’t able to come home then
Which made Christmas so hard for me.
I’m making a quilt for him,
Of patches I’ve had for some time
Other priorities got in the way,
But now I’m making this mine.
Nothing is coming between
My finishing of this quilt.
Yah, I should have done it long ago.
So, I’m hurrying – partly out of guilt. But when I told him of it,
That I was going to have this gift
In time for his return back home,
I heard his tired voice lift. “Oh, mom!” He cried, “That’s awesome!!
I would love to have that near!”
“Son, do you think you could take it?
Or shall I keep it here?” “No way, it’s going with me,
If I have carry it instead of lunch!
I’m so glad you’re finishing it, mom.
You have no idea how much.” As I stitch, I pray for him.
I pray for wisdom, safety, his friends.
I pray that they would find success,
Then that this war would finally end. I wonder how he’ll use it.
Will he just lay it on his cot?
I’m not going to make it heavy,
Because I know that he’s already hot. I wonder if he’ll show it off,
I wonder if he’ll smell our house.
I wonder if he’ll fold it in his trunk,
Now and then getting it out. And I wonder if one great day,
All dismantled but a flag unfurled.
Will he pack this quilt, board a soldier’s plane
As we finally find peace in our world? Labels: Jacob, Military, Poetry |
