A Gift of Love--By Daniel Turner--United States

A Gift of Love

Around my mom, I always felt my guilt

My conscience seemed to always take her side

Some years ago, I gave her a new quilt

I still recall the tears of joy she cried

My gift of love to warm her nights with pride

It's hand sewn patches in a ring design

It showed up at my door after she died

Inside a plain brown box tied with used twine

And though there was no note, I read her mind

She knew the message sent would be received

A gift of love, to warm, when life's unkind

She once made quilts to give to those in need

Her gift of love with message plain to see

She knew the one in need, this time... was me.

Daniel Turner lives in Arkansas. He has been writing poetry for approximately 40 years. He loves animals and all things having to do with nature. Now retired, he has traveled over 3 million miles as a long-haul truck driver, worked in the oil fields of Texas and on the Mississippi River on a tow boat. He loves to read and watch old black and white movies.