Katie and Ben: that has a certain ring

Like bells that rang to mark the day you wed

The ring of truth in vows that you both said

Rings on your fingers, binding yang with yin

We give to you a quilt of wedding rings

Stitched by Great Grandma Maggie and her friends

From Charlotte’s dress scraps, flour sacks, shirt tail ends

Patches that clash, and yet, together, sing.

Your marriage patchwork, so fortuitous,

Of Hunns and Jones and Stones, of Butterworths

Of friends who flocked from all over the Earth

We bless your love, and your love blesses us.

You’re married now. When all is said and done

Kate has the diamond; Ben, the precious Stone.

— Gretchen Stone