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The 14 poems below were written by people after they saw my Ground Zero Quilt on the internet. We are all emotionally linked together by the events of September
11. Thank you to the poets for allowing me to share these with everyone.
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A Quilt Called "Ground Zero" By Mary Cunningham Memphis, TN
Quilts are made for covering and bringing comfort, too,
And some can capture memories of people close to you. This special one with faces stirs me in my heart. Could anyone who viewed it, not be torn apart?
So many lives were shattered by the tragic loss that day, For the people behind the faces, no longer laugh or play. Yet in the hearts of families, forever they will live,
And loving tributes like this quilt, to them will comfort give.
Respectfully they'll look on it, and perhaps they'll touch the face Remembering the one they lost – so aware of the empty space.
So instead of lying 'neath it, such a quilt must be on display To remind the world of the human loss, we suffered that horrible day. October 3rd 2002
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Stitches of Healing By Juile-Marie Egan Potomac, MD
One idea, Two hands, Hundreds of minutes of work,
Thousands of faces, Millions of lives changed forever, Millions of threads of faith, Thousands of stitches in healing, Hundreds of viewers to help remember,
Two eyes to see and hear, what was, and, what is now, One huge heart, a whisper of it's beat in time, to take all, put it together in this way, God's very own breath.
November 11th 2002
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A Patchwork Quilt of so Many Faces By Becki Westerman Marietta, Ohio
A patchwork quilt of so many faces,
Happy and loving in other places. Now enshrined in the fabric of love, All smiling down from Heaven above. They'll not be forgot by we who remain, As we all share together their loved one's pain.
A patchwork quilt of so many faces, Happy and loving in other places.
February 2nd 2003
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Quilt by Mary Ellen Brenizer Ferguson, Missouri
Quietly and softly expressing our sorrow, Uniquely honoring lives given no time to borrow,
Intimately illustrating the dangers of hate, Lovingly done as a treasure to celebrate, Training us to be grateful for today as we may not be here tomorrow.
July 31st 2003
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Back To That Day By Tracy L. Thompson Keene, New Hampshire
Gaze at a bright star Faces snap into focus transporting us back
September 27, 2003
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God's Love is Like a Blanket By Tom Bill Angola, IN
All the 9-1-1 victims are God's Angels Like little lambs sent on their way
Came knocking at the gates of Heaven All called back home on that fateful day
And those of us - left behind Standing - watching from life's shore Find strength through Christ just knowing
They have walked through Heaven's door
God's love is like your blanket Wrapped around our crying hearts To bring us warmth and understanding When our life somehow seems ripped apart
January 19, 2004
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Thank You To The Team By Deborah HL Scott Socorro, New Mexico
Time and love and inspiration Given by Lois to heal a nation
Jannis and Lydia downloading faces Merry putting them each in their places LoRaine and Clair did the banking Thanks to Tom for computer cranking Brenna's listening and handkerchief
Together they salve America's grief
January 24, 2004
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STITCHING MEMORIES by Ruth Hudson Savage Arlington Texas So many faces, so many lives,
so many empty graves but here on this quilt their memory survives and lives on in timeless days. Each one, a hero in the hearts of mankind as the miraculous quilt portrays.
January 30, 2004
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Spirit Quilt by K.E. Komich Randolph, Mass
Why have my hands been taught to sew, To speak without the sound.
I feel my spirit searching, With spirits from hallowed ground.
Their faces there before me, Are asking me to sew. How it will turn out, I really didn't know.
My fingers worked with nimble speed, Each stitch a sign of love. As if a message came to me, From somewhere up above.
Through many hours and days of work, The pictures came to light.
The reason for my driven task, Was finally in site.
I knew then in my heart of hearts, That I had found a way. To tell the spirits of the lost, I remember well that day.
Each time I gaze upon the quilt, And the faces lying there. I know that I was meant to sew, To make the world aware.
February 11, 2004
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Faces of 9/11 By Billie M. Spaight Richmond Hill, NY
Faces, forming a pattern All linked forever by a cruel fate.
Once they lived and loved and worked Unbeknownst to one another Side-by-side.
Faces, never to be forgotten Images sewn together from shattered lives Taken by fanatics who cared not for their being.
Lovingly, their memories are restored Into a twinkling star
Faces, imprinted on the cloth Of our collective soul, now reunited. May we wrap this blanket of the faces of 9/11
Carrying them with us forever, offering comfort to their loved ones.
February 11, 2004
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In Honor of Lois Jarivs, The Quiltmaker By Wes Allen Keller, Texas
You touched my heart today with your wonderful work of love. No other Angel could take your place in our Heavenly Home above.
The reason you made this quilt is very obvious to me.
It places loving memories where all the world can see.
But it was Jesus working through you to accomplish such a task. No one in this earthly kingdom could have designed each little patch.
When you join all those heads together in a great starburst of grace, Each and every gazing witness has their heart set in a blaze.
I may never get to meet you while we walk the wounded Earth.
But you'll not escape my notice when we're all joined in the big starburst. February 12, 2004
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Together By Keri Ann Byrd Foster Pocomoke City, Maryland
Gathered together within a star
The lives of many will live on We prayed for their safe journey And their happiness above Though our hearts were broken As they left our side The days continue to pass The years sliding by
But we shall always remember The laughter and the smiles We miss you our family Friends and neighbors too Love fills our hearts As we remember you March 11, 2004
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An Explosion of Smiles By James Beard Follett, Texas
Quilted faces, smiles Exploding!
Like aviation fuel in a tallest building blowing it into ten million pieces
Yet Cannot destroy the happy faces
April 12, 2004
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Dear Lois by Marla Goihl Fort Atkinson, WI
I know the hands that made this treasure, I know the heart that conceived the idea.
There is no greater way one could measure The remembrance of that fateful day.
April 21, 2004
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