Life is like a patchwork quilt,

Where each piece plays a part.

There’s one for understanding,

Another for a loving heart.

There’s a square for strength and courage,

Often tested through the years,

And a piece as gay as flowers,

It’s been watered well with tears.

There’s a plaid for pure unselfishness,

A stripe for loyalty,

And a print for dedication,

Bright enough for all to see.

Yes, life is like a patchwork quilt,

Sewn with guidance from above,

And the threads that bind the pieces

Are the strong, sure cords of love.

– Betty Berry

(Republished from Bourbon County Voices 1995)