I Believe in You

The old attic, though in semi darkness
Was warm and welcoming in the Spring
A place of trash and treasure, it was full of kindling
Of cotton reels and sewing machines, with treddles thick and thin

I glowed with rosy cheeks and let the breezes kiss my face
I could smell the honeysuckle and the jasmine in that place
The smell of ancient timber in the rafters, wore not thin
This place was super special at letting my imagination in

There were suitcases and boxes with the hats my Grandmas wore
I so loved the photo albums where their smiles were all but stored
There were matryoshka dollies and doilies of pure lace
Wrapped up in old brown paper, leaving clues for me to trace

In a corner, by the downpipe, near a mouse hole hidden well
I smelled a waft of perfume different to the other smells
It reminded me of fresh sheets on a background of blue sky
and I couldn’t help but wonder why this package caught my eye

Strong string guarded carefully the treasure held inside
My hands and sticky fingers fumbled clumsily to find
the little piece of hessian that would pull the bow undone
But find it then I did, and revealed there was a charm

A quilt of softened colours from the ones that were once seen
Laboured long with love to raise descendants’ self esteem
But more to this there was and I would soon find out
This charming little quilt was made to snuff out any doubt

Attached to a tiny feather of a little known quail
I saw the words “I believe in you”, floating to the ground
The paper, brown with age and words was not the only message
As I explored the running stitch I came across another

In fact, as I explored each patch of satin covered padding
I found a note secreted with a message to encourage
Folded with such care they were, inscribed with love devoted
For the purpose of uplifting souls, the heavy, the downhearted

Who made the quilt that handed down these special loving notes
We are not sure, we cannot know, they are anonymous
I think I know, I think I can now understand the premise
My altruistic relative had kept a simple promise

She was handing down the love, that had been handed down to her
and so with that in mind, my heart began to stir
What she has done to impart her love, that I can do for you
We pass on down to others, what is in our heart to do

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All rights reserved © Karin Taylor 1965 – 2013*
Contact email karinlouisetaylor@gmail.com*
These images are the exclusive property of myself, Karin Taylor and are protected under the Australian and International Copyright laws. These images must not be reproduced, copied, transmitted or manipulated without the written permission of myself, Karin Taylor.

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  • Mui-Ling Teh
    Mui-Ling Tehalmost 3 years ago

    How fantastic! It is amazing the little things that can be done to move one so greatly :)

    Strong message and lovely flow :)

  • thank you so much Mui-Ling! :) xx

    – © Karin Taylor

  • AnLile
    AnLilealmost 3 years ago

    Delightful Karin. xox

  • thank you so much xxx

    – © Karin Taylor

  • eoconnor
    eoconnoralmost 3 years ago


  • Thanks so much Liz :)

    – © Karin Taylor

  • LoreLeft27
    LoreLeft27almost 3 years ago

    wonderful writing very beautiful

  • thank you so much :)

    – © Karin Taylor

  • JaneRoberts
    JaneRobertsover 2 years ago

    Beautiful! xx

  • thank you so much Jane!! xx

    – © Karin Taylor

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