Ode to the Butterfly

Below are 4 quilt squares my mother gave me recently. These squares were made by my grandmother who use to do lots of quilting. There were several to pick from but I chose the top two just because I thought the colors were pretty. The bottom two were scraps from two outfits I wore as I child. The blue was a little dress and the yellow was a little pantsuit. Okay, I never said I was the best dressed child but back then you went with what you had. My mom use to sew lots when I was growing up and when we out grew the clothes she passed them onto my grandmother who used them for quilts.

So, I am thinking of framing these and hanging them. What do ya'll think? If you have any other ideas they are welcomed.

So until I do something with them, in honor of these little butterflies I wrote this little poem. Keep in mind before reading, I am no poet.

Ode to the Butterfly

Precious butterflies sewn by hand
You'll never float across this land
But I promise you'll be seen
Across the room, from eyes of green

Colors of yellow, pink and blue
How happy I am, that she made you
Careful stitches, here and there
From a loving heart, full of care

And when I gaze at you across the room
I could never be filled with gloom
Feelings of warmth, love and peace
Will always be there, sure to please.