A happy poem. Go figure.
Every piece a different color
Stitched together by hand
Passed down by my grandmother
Holding me close in the night
Brightening my bedroom by day
This crazy quilt of mine
A star in sunshine's rays
The colors have faded
They recall their former glory
Loving hands have made it
Care has gone into this quilt.
She is gone now, but her love remains.
November 19, 2007
© Anne Westlund 2007
Poetry by Anne Westlund
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Written on 2007-12-09 at 21:07
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Star
Every piece a different color
Stitched together by hand
Passed down by my grandmother
Holding me close in the night
Brightening my bedroom by day
This crazy quilt of mine
A star in sunshine's rays
The colors have faded
They recall their former glory
Loving hands have made it
Care has gone into this quilt.
She is gone now, but her love remains.
November 19, 2007
© Anne Westlund 2007
Poetry by Anne Westlund
Read 720 times
Written on 2007-12-09 at 21:07
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