Granny Rhonda's Patchwork Quilt

Monday, May 25, 2009

Josh, Ladonna, Dawson and Chance

On Easter Sunday this year, Granny Bid, Jori, Lance, Jason, Pyretta, Malli, Camryn, Josh, LaDonna, Dawson, Chance and (2 of their friends) all came to eat lunch. It was a beautiful day. the kids hunted eggs and we had a great time.

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My Mother, (I miss her so much) would often send me poems with a short note..."I saw this and thought you would like it" She sent me the second Patchwork Quilt poem a few years before she died. This poem is why I named my blog "Granny Rhonda's Patchwork Quilt" It is to be a record of our family.

THE PATCHWORK QUILT.
Life isn't given to us all of a piece,
It's more like a patchwork quilt -
Each hour and minute a patch to fit in
To the pattern that's being built.
With some patches light - and some patches dark,
And some that seem ever so dull -
But if we were given to set some apart,
We'd hardly know which to cull.
For it takes the dark patches to set off the light,
And the dull to show up the gay -
And, somehow, the pattern just wouldn't be right
If we took any part away.
No, life isn't given us all of a piece,
But in patches of hours to use,
That each can work out his pattern of life
To whatever design he might choose.
~ Helen Lowrie Marshall ~

FAMILY PATCHWORK
A family is like a Patchwork Quilt
Each member is a piece of the total design.
They fit together as the pattern is built
With each new-born addition that is added in time.
Each shape and color in the quilt is there
To add some interest and form.
Each person in the family is where
With God's design, they daily belong.
Just as the patchwork needs loving and care
And mending when ends are frayed.
So the family ties may need repair
With forgiveness and apologies made.
When a patch is worn out and must be replaced
A new piece of cloth can be sewn in its space.
But loved ones are so precious, each one so unique,
They're priceless heirlooms we all want to keep.
They can't be forgotten, our memories of them never end.
They're in our hearts forever, we always call them friend.
Though quilts are like our families, they're made by human hands.
Their colors fade, their fabric tears, they lose their great demand.
But families live forever, throughout time,
across sea and land
For they are made by God alone through His eternal perfect plan.
~ Copyright © 2000 Marian Spain ~