Colorful family stories blowing in the breeze.
Two patches from sister Sadie’s blue corduroy dress,
Another from shorts that are now way above my knees.
Looking out the window at the clothes line, I confess,
Our history is sewn in each and every seam.
Seeing my brother’s bright red shirt flash in the sunlight,
I remember the time we went wading down stream.
He fell in, I laughed, he pulled me down, we had a fight.
Mama made us come in to get cleaned up and patched up.
Our Easter dresses in stripes marching across one quilt,
Five sisters, pink, aqua, lilac, green and buttercup.
Reminds me of all those shaky playhouses we built.
The quilt made from the four boys’ blue jeans is on the end,
The best family album, drying in the sun and wind.