A death
can take away
your breath.
Every stitch
that you
sewed reminds
me of when
I was a child
and you were
teaching me
how to sew
like you.
My memories
of you are
patterns in
the quilt
you made.
I see you now
sitting in
your green
chair farther
than beyond.
You came here
with a heart
and ended
with a stitch
of silence.
--Shannon Hyland, grade 7
