The old woman sat in front of the fire
Her fingers tenderly touching the roses in the quilt
Remembering the day decades ago
When she taught her younger cousins
The art of making paper roses.
The excitement on their faces
Was worth the tedium of the task
Now years later
Another old woman had returned the roses
Slightly grayed as were they, entwined on the blue fabric
A memory to share.
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