Mother's Day Quilt
Written by Keith Kluksdahl)
My Mom lives in South Dakota, about 1500 miles away. Yet, I couldn't be closer to her if
she lived next door. Over the course of my life, we've shared experiences that have given
us the closeness. Ours is a patchwork
quilt of memories.
There's a patch from the matching shirts Mom made for us when the family vacationed at
Disneyland, where there was no doubt to anyone who saw us that we were a family.
There's a patch of wet carpet from the time I dragged the lawn sprinkler into the living
room as Mom watched helplessly from her classroom across the street.
There's a piece of a scarf that she carefully wrapped around my neck each time I went
outside in the winter.
There's a patch of one of her good towels, greasy from the numerous times my brother and I
used more towel than soap to wash our hands after working on an engine.
There's a patch of my college graduation gown because Mom made sure that we knew we would
finish college after Dad died.
There's a patch of Navajo blanket from the time she took out a loan to move to Arizona and
worried her children since she didn't have a job waiting for her when she left.
In between these larger patches are the many, many smaller ones from the times when she
smiled at me, hugged me, and said 'I love you' to me. These patches may be small, but
because of the number of them, they make up the bulk of this quilt.
A mother is a very special gift from God. There is nothing quite like a mother, and words
cannot begin to describe the love and caring that she represents. All I can do is pray for
her well being, thank God for her, and tell her I love her each and every time I get the
chance.
*Copyright 1996 by Keith Kluksdahl
"Her children arise and call her blessed;
her husband also, and he praises her.
Many women do noble things,
but you surpass them all."
Proverbs 31:28-29
