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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Winston Latanafrancia Soldevilla
How are you my friend?

I am quite sentimental about things, especially if given by imporatnt people. Whatever it was they have given us, it will always remind us of their loving heart.

Thanks for sharing. You touch my heart today!