The Quilt - Week One Assignment Creative Writing

The Quilt

The quilt lays on my bed every night.  The quilt comes from pieces of my old clothes.  My mother created the quilt for me by saving certain items of mine over the years.  It even has jeans as squares in the quilt.

I am the quilt the quilt made by a mother's love.  I was made of his history of items he use to wear.  He wore this blue stripped square in middle school it was part of his ball jersey.  I love being made from years of memories by the hands of the mother who watched those memories being created.  I was created over a lifetime but stitched together almost 17 years ago now.  I have covered my owner from cold nights I kept him warm, days when he didn't feel good I brought him comfort, I have felt him snuggle with his lover and his children.  I am old but I am a wise and loved quilt unlike that fancy matching comforter set he bought to "match" his room.  For a few nights I was tucked away, folded up and laid upon a high shelf in the closet.  It was unfair, I had given so much love, warmth and comfort.  What memories had that bed spread had to share?  None!  I was resentful as I saw my owner turn down the bed spread for the nights, watching him lay his head down and snuggle into this manufactured cold bed spread killed me.
Then it happened!  I was sulking up on that high shelf, tucked away in the closet when I felt the warmth of his hand pulling at me.  He moved me from my isolation and folded me into quarters and laid me at the foot of the bed upon this fresh new bed spread that had replaced me.  As I lay on the fresh spread, I came to realize that I was loved when I was new too and that I am special, one of a kind, can't replace me.  I am his memories and I am tattered and torn but I still love it when he grabs me from the end of the bed and snuggles with me and I get to keep him warm.