Your quilt is beautiful - What a dear project to remind you of your sister. My Mom loved pansies, and this poem was printed in the Senior Center Bulletin at Mother's Day. I put it at Mother's grave. Thought I'd share with you.
Every Time I See My Pansies
Every time I see my pansies
Vivid in the golden sun,
You are with me in my garden,
And I am once again a child.
Vivid in the golden sun,
Their beauty brings me close to tears
And I am once again a child
Learning to assume your grace.
Their beauty brings me close to tears
As I join hands with you in love,
Learning to assume your grace,
Dancing to your inner music.
As I join hands with you in love,
You are with me in my garden,
Dancing to your inner music
Every time I see my pansies.
…Diane Amoroso