I wish for the quilt I once proudly possessed,
A token of warmth in days I was blessed.
School turned to college, the seasons did flow,
Yet the quilt stayed constant through frost and snow.
At Rocco’s home, in him a brother I found,
Where love and laughter always abound.
Though dawn beckoned him to school’s embrace,
His quilt he’d drop on me with gentle grace.
The winter bit with a frosty foe-like bite,
Yet Rocco’s care made my mornings bright.
He wrapped me snug in his gentle embrace,
His quilt, a shield, my haven, my space.
I had a family, yet struggled to thrive,
Rocco’s kin kept my hope forever alive.
They shared their tea, their bread, their cheer,
A bond of love that kept me out of fear.
Moti Mahal, where delicious tea would steam,
The cup one day, the saucer next, a shared dream.
By the night’s glow, we studied with zeal,
In those simple joys, life’s riches I do feel.
Now life has matured, and paths diverge,
With children and duties, emotions surge.
Yet deep in my heart, a warmth I’ve kept,
For the quilt Rocco gave as I soundly slept.
No quilt today can match that care,
A gesture of love, beyond compare.
Though time may pass and seasons shift,
The quilt of Rocco remains my gift.
So, here’s to those days, that precious thread,
To a brother, a bond, the life we led.
Though quilts may fade, the warmth stays true,
Forever, Rocco, my dedication to you.
~ By Dr.
Intaj Malek
