Transformation – From War to Pieced

The rags he wore, a soldier’s pride,
Lie as a blanket, at my side.
Quilt saw battle, quilt saw war,
But that was long, yes long before.

The wind, once warm, has a cold chill,
All so quiet, all so still.
No more battle, no more dead,
But is this really the way ahead?

Andrew, year 5

Photo: From The David Roche Foundation House Museum, courtesy of the Dr Annette Gero Collection