My Grandma told me once that life is just a patchwork quilt
of births, marriage and things.
And sometimes when we're looking for a lovely piece of red
we only find a knot of faded strings.
But she said the brown is brighter when it is by a piece of red
and the gray is not so gray by sunny gold.
Oh, I hope I'll have a lovely patchwork quilt like Grandma's
to show to little children when I'm old!
Jan 8, '05
thank you fran. :kiss
it is so true, piecing together fabrics with a history, a past, a sentiment....in the end the colors are the least important as inevitably, a quilt made with random pieces of a person's life results in a menagerie of unforgettable memories that create the colorful reflections of yours and your loved ones' lives.
with love and much gratitude,