Friendships are what our dreams are made of.
We hold onto each other with its binding love.
We stand close to each other, hand in hand,
showing each other we understand.
Some friends may come and go,
but you are the truest friend I know.
Yes, I realize this little poem borders on cheesy. D'oh!
I see so much metaphor and symbolism in quilting. I love to sit in silence while I quilt, listening to the prose of each stitch I make with my hand, thinking and praying for the intended receiver.
Be quiet and listen to the work of your hands.
Blissful, peaceful blessings to you this week!