Exceptional My sister sewed the quilt, I stitched together the poem. Charlotte's Traveling Quilt by rosehill (Wendy)

Hello, I'm Charlotte's traveling quilt where life unfolds and dreams are spilt by Teddy Bears who've come to tea and sandy shovels by the sea. A quilt whose squares will soon be stuffed with tales of piggies huffed and puffed, Snow White and Dumbo's feathered flights, a campfire's glow on starlit nights. Whose wish-upon-a-starfish hopes don't fade with time or laundry soaps (Stitches formed from girlhood giggles, wrinkled, worn from tickley-wiggles). The perfect spot to snuggle-bug, play peek-a-boo, Aladdin's rug will fly where Charlotte's smiles command; Toad Hall, or Never-Never-Land.   And as the tale of Charlotte grows I hope, by traveling, each year shows great spots of joy, huge happy stains where childhood's memory remains. Recognized Author Notes My sister made a beautiful baby quilt with starfish and sand dollars, ribbons of pink and fuschia patterns for a friend's new baby, Charlotte. She called me, afraid that the quilt would be considered too pretty to use and would end up protected on a shelf or hanging instead of becoming an integral part of the little one's everyday adventures. She wanted it used when Charlotte's parents took her camping or to the seashore. She asked me to write a poem to accompany the quilt that gently instructed the mother on its use. This is the result.- Wendy

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