She saved my life

And doesn’t know

Her gentle ways forever flow.

Her quilts provided a safety net

To those who others may forget.

Rebirth, renew we wrap around

Her quilts, our soul, and life is found.

When all is lost

And we feel scared,

We wrap ourselves

In quilted squares.

Will we awake in morning light?

Or will our fear kill us of fright?

Alone, afraid the evil snatches,

We wrap ourselves in quilted patches.

My head is buried in each square,

I cry, I weep, I gasp for air.

To Edith – A “Miracle” in honor of

She saved my life

And doesn’t know

Her gentle ways forever flow.

Her quilts provided a safety net

To those who others may forget.

Rebirth, renew we wrap around

Her quilts, our soul, and life is found.

When all is lost

And we feel scared,

We wrap ourselves

In quilted squares.

Will we awake in morning light?

Or will our fear kill us of fright?

Alone, afraid the evil snatches,

We wrap ourselves in quilted patches.

My head is buried in each square,

I cry, I weep, I gasp for air.

My nose is running from my pain,

I touch the quilt my strength regained.

My hand placed gently on the plaid,

Restraining me from going mad.

The rainbow colors in each stitch,

Can lift you from each deep dark ditch.

She guides with word and silence, too,

Her one request is that YOU love YOU.

Feel safe and loved and let it go

With each new patch that she does sew.

There are not enough words to express

What I feel

But Edith knows to each

Their journey is real.

                                                               Shelley – 11/1/2006

her Quilts for FALSETTOLAND

My nose is running from my pain,

I touch the quilt my strength regained.

My hand placed gently on the plaid,

Restraining me from going mad.

The rainbow colors in each stitch,

Can lift you from each deep dark ditch.

She guides with word and silence, too,

Her one request is that YOU love YOU.

Feel safe and loved and let it go

With each new patch that she does sew.

There are not enough words to express

What I feel

But Edith knows to each

Their journey is real.

  Love,

                        Shelley – 11/1/2006