A CERTAIN MAGIC
by Marcella Bechtel
Forty or more long years ago,
A lady I never knew
Lovingly pieced this quilt top,
And added the border, too.
Each curve fits in exactly,
It’s made so carefully,
But she died ere she could quilt it
For her great-grandson, you see.
She made quilts for all her children,
And all their children, too;
But there wasn’t time to finish
All that she meant to do.
So this lovely top was left behind
After she’d gone to rest;
It was handed down to his mother,
And stored in a cedar chest.
It stayed in perfect condition,
Though forty years it’s been
Since she made it for my husband–
He was just a baby then.
Now it is stretched out before me,
And my needle moves to a tempo,
Quilting the top she made
So many years ago.
I feel as if I know her–
This lady I never met;
For the cloth holds certain magic
Of love, that is living yet.
I know it makes her happy
That, at last, it’s being done
By someone else who loves him–
Her gift for her great-grandson.