Wednesday, March 18, 2009

The Quilt, A Poem

the worn cottony
bluish softness
calls me back
to that time
surrounded by my
light yellow walls
and the love
given by the
small soft-eyed
who sewed the
cottony blush softness
just for me

1 comment:

Linda said...

Thanks for the comment on my blog. Yes I can't imagine that planting a church is an easy one, or for the faint hearted, but it's obedienece we strive for.


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