Kids and Quilts??

I've been doing some cleaning.

 

Trust me, I've tried leaving it for a few more months

 

But it couldn't wait for 'spring cleaning'

 

I found a few things. Of which I knew I had but just where.

 

One of which is a lil' piece of history.

 

Its not much, definitely used, EXTREMELY used to be exact.

 

 

 

 

Mom doesn't, er um didn't know I kept it.

 

She said to toss it but just imagine

 

If that ragged & tag along piece of fabric could talk.

 

Would it speak of the  many forts created?

 

The thunder storms and blizzards it has survived.

 

Or the many stairs it navigated

Would it be proud of the ten pound it lost

 

Or the days of a fresh wash & flapping dry on the line

 

Eagerly awaiting the next nights' adventures.

 

None the less it has grown up like its owner,

 

The day of forts, afternoon naps, and early night mischief are over.

 

Maybe when we both retire we can resume our careless and spontaneous adventures

 

The kind that will always be remembered.

 

 

Justin

 

 

Speaking of kids . : . : . : . This made me laugh.