Made from fabric blocks found in my grandmother’s home is my second quilt, named Mema’s Hands. Mema could really sew– Clothes, wedding dresses, and I can only imagine what else. One memory I treasure is the time she told me she could sew a purse so I begged her to make me one. She did, right there on demand! As a little girl, I was amazed. She could do anything. You can only imagine my excitement when I found out my aunt was passing down Mema’s sewing machine to me! What a treasure!
Please enjoy this poem I wrote in remembrance of Mema to accompany this special quilt.
Sewn with love, for Daddy…
Mema’s Hands
Cornbread in the skillet
Peas on the stove
Mema’s hands were working
Away or at home
Cooking, serving, shelling peas
Was what her hands were for
Paper dolls and long phone calls
Make me think of her
Her hands were warm with comfort
Just like her friendly nature
Radiating confidence
She never met a stranger
Busy decorating
Elaborate bows, bouquets, and gifts
Her hands brought forth a charm
As revealed within your quilt
Her talent in my heritage
I made this beautiful
No doubt her hands once brushed
Across this old material
Kept from Mema’s sewing den
Was this cherished fabric
By my hands I made this heirloom
But I want you to have it
An extension of her beauty
To reflect upon
As her zeal, faith, and love
Continue to live on
Love always,
Payton
Your thoughtfulness makes my heart so happy, Payton Dean. You are a treasure as your Mema was to you.
Tears of Joy and pride in you my sweet niece! I feel Mom smiling down! You couldn’t have made her any more PROUD!💕
Thank you Aunt Brenda, it means so much!