The Quilt on my bed.

A patchwork of squres
All different colors
Sewn by hand
With tender loving care
My window to the past
To the people I never met
It brings me warmth and comfort
From fears of being blue
Threads unraviling
Stuffing peeking through
I know where ever I go in this world
My blanket will come too
And even if I'm all alone
I'll stll have
The quilt on my bed.