Maggie’s Quilt Melissa Carey   Three small quilts my hands have fashioned. Each one make in love and hope. Waiting to be touched by tiny fingers, Yearning to be worn by gentle use. The first one used as veil and tablecloth by a little girl almost six. Spread with dishes it’s frayed edges surround a tea party on a winter day. The second a saddleblanket for the rockinghorse of a cowboy who is two. Many adventures has this small quilt seen. Dragged from one end of the house to another. It serves as a tent should the need arrive. And the third for a tiny girl who stepped onto the quilt of my life for only a moment. For a child whose touch was felt only from within, but whose feet will dance always upon the quilt of my heart.