Today is the memorial service for my mother. I woke this morning with the first few lines of this poem in my head and came out here and finished the rest…
Mother's Life Quilt
Her life was like a quilt.
Pieced together with experiences and memories
into a work of art.
The colour red was woven in
through love and caring moments
she not only gave but recieved.
The colour blue was woven in
through cool witty humor she shared with all.
The colour yellow was woven in
through the brightness her presence
brought to anyone who knew her.
The colour green was woven in
through her love of nature and animals.
The colour purple was woven in
through the honorable way she lived her life.
The colour orange was woven in
for the strength she exuded.
The colour black was woven in
through difficult and trying times.
The colour white was woven in
through the peace she found in the end.
The stitching was a road that never really finished.
A masterpiece of detail down to the very end.
This quilt should be used in times of need
and admired for it's uniquness and beauty.
True works of art are one of a kind
the hours spent creating
are really quite immeasurable.
This quilt has got a special name
to remember for all time.
My Mother's Life Quilt.