Best Gift


"Memories are perhaps the best gifts of all!" -Gloria Gaither


MeeMaw Carman, with needle and thread so fine,

She crafted pure memories, a beautiful design.

A seamstress by trade, from the Depression’s hard sway,

She worked her hand magic, day after day.


The patterns she shaped, by hand, they all grew,

Like Wedding Ring blocks in pale white and true blue.

The Snake Quilt unwound, a story to tell,

Each piece had a history she knew very well.


Pappy Gideon's old shirt, a soft, plaid blue hue,

Was stitched right beside Grandma Lucy’s bright yellow, and new.

A sunflower dress scrap, still sunny and bright,

Held warmth and held stories from morning till night.


There was Patsy Ann's green floral, a small, vibrant square,

And my ruby red blouse, saved with meticulous care.

As she guided the needle through each tiny spot,

She'd speak of the memories that each precious scrap brought.


She'd show me the remnants, the cloth worn and thin

, The moment and laughter where the fabric had been.

A comfort she made, stitched deep in the fold,

A beautiful memory more precious than gold.


A lifetime of loving was worked in each stitch,

A gift far too perfect, no wealth can enrich.

The threads are all tied, the final thought true,

Memories are the best gifts of all.

A pattern of love that always shines through.