FRANKIE NOW PLAYS IN GOD'S BAND
PANEL MADE BY THE
HANDS OF A LOVING FAMILY
BILL HAYS PANEL SENT
BY FRIENDS THE POEM BELOW WAS WRITTEN BY 17 YEAR OLD NEICE
The Quilt
We make this quilt
to join our hearts,Growing love begins to start.
The useless sense of
another person dying. The white walls swallow, people are
crying.
This sickness which
then leads to death,upon their bed the final breath.
Slowly dying through
the years Grieving families shed their tears.
Love in God, faith
in the church,Hope and prayer continue our search.
Strength we carry,
love we provide;Why did another person have to die?
This taboo
surrounding our day,People will deny it in every way.
We must join and
fight together or we will all fall victim forever.
This Quilt we make
is to be a sign, another person dies in the passing time.
A memory that is
forever sealed, through people's love, we slowly heal.
In Loving Memory Of
Uncle Bill And Uncle Mark.
Author:
Jennifer E. Wells January 10, 1994
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THESE ARE THREE OF
THE THE FIRST OF TWELVE PANELS SENT TO THE NAMES PROJECT
KEVIN WAYNE
REGN 1954 TO 1995 PANEL MAKER BRENDA BEAZLEY HIS SISTER. KEVIN
WAS A LOVING SON, BROTHER, FRIEND, NEPHEW, COUSIN, UNCLE, AND
LOVER, HIS FAMILY SAYS THEY WERE BLESSED TO HAVE LOVED HIM.
KEVIN
LOVED LAKES RIVERS AND WATER AND WANTED THIS POEM PUT ON
HIS MEMORIAL
DRINK OF THIS SPRING
AND YOU'LL TRAIL THIS WAY, SAID AN INDIAN MAID TO HER
WARRIOR BOLD, THE WATER IS SWEET CLEAR AND COLD, AND YOU
ARE TIRED MY BRAVE
STOOPING HE MADE HIS
HANDS A CUP, AND HE DRANK OF THE SHADED SPRING, AND HE
TRAILED THIS WAY AGAIN, AND HE TRAILED THIS WAY, SWEET
LEGEND OF A BY-GONE DAY, DRINK OF THIS SPRING-YOU'LL
TRAIL THIS WAY
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
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AIDS Panels are 3 feet by 6 feet -- the size of a human grave.
As the epidemic claims more lives, the Quilt continues to
grow. The Quilt stands for more than the tens of
thousands of people whose names are sewn into the fabric.
It stands, as well, for the sorrow, anger, love and hope
of people who make panels.
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