leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- my quilt I woke with the taste of summer rain in my mouth. Denied it was time to rise, licked my lips, and rolled to face the wall pulling the quilt over my waist and hip and thigh but leaving the rest of my legs and feet bare, so the fan would blow on my skin. It's the quilt I took from my mothers house, hand sewn by the grandmother who died before I was born. It is a strange combination of baby pinks and aqua blues scattered over dark vibrant patterns. And I wonder about the triangular scraps of material and what memories they held. And I think it was meant for me. Dark some and sweet some and slightly tattered now, but welcoming and soft. And I leave it tucked up on my shelf often, but pull it down when I most need my bed to be safe. And this morning with my eyes still closed the rain taste faded and I couldn't smell the earth anymore so I knew it was time to wake up. And I sang Somewhere Over the Rainbow to my plants while I dressed. Because it felt like Saturday and they like that song best on Saturdays. 1:06 p.m. - May 16, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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