Chenille Bedspread
Always on my Mam-maw’s bed,
Each night where she lay her head,
A chenille bedspread, I remember well,
Soft, cotton, pastel colors- really swell,
A double bed was what she had,
When I napped on her bed, it made me glad,
It was pretty and I admired it so,
It had a raised pattern of flowers from head to toe,
When I awoke from my quiet nap,
And climbed up on her aproned lap,
We smiled because we both could see,
The flower pattern was imprinted on my knee,
It also was on the side of my face and on my arm,
Here in lies the bedspread’s charm,
Not a comforter, nor a blanket, or even a quilt,
Compares to how wonderful the chenille felt.
Tammy Harvey
Written: April 13,
2017
Pretty!
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