A Patchwork Quilt He says he’s no poet but he gives her words of love. She smiles and packs them safely in her treasure box. Now and then she gently lifts the lid, runs his words between her fingers and feels them touch her heart. And when she’s saved enough she pieces them together; weaves fine threads of gold around each treasured word, and makes a patchwork quilt made from his words of love. november 2004
Awarded by Poetic Constellations
