<P><BR>Quilts <BR>by Nikki Giovanni </P>
<P> <BR>(for Sally Sellers)</P>
<P>Like a fading piece of cloth<BR>I am a failure</P>
<P>No longer do I cover tables filled with food and laughter<BR>My seams are frayed my hems falling my strength no longer able<BR>To hold the hot and cold</P>
<P>I wish for those first days<BR>When just woven I could keep water<BR>From seeping through<BR>Repelled stains with the tightness of my weave<BR>Dazzled the sunlight with my <BR>Reflection</P>
<P>I grow old though pleased with my memories<BR>The tasks I can no longer complete<BR>Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past</P>
<P>I offer no apology only<BR>this plea: </P>
<P>When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end<BR>Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt<BR>That I might keep some child warm</P>
<P>And some old person with no one else to talk to<BR>Will hear my whispers</P>
<P>And cuddle<BR>near</P>