| Quilting Verses |
| This quilt is made of cloth and thread To place upon your little bed, It's not an heirloom - just to keep, But to lay upon as you count sheep. Or perhaps the floor's the perfect place For a doll and teddy picnic space. This quilt can be anything you can dream, rom superman's cape to the robe of a queen. Pretend it's a raft adrift at sea, Or just cuddle up when you watch TV. So use it up and wear it out I promise I won't yell or pout. Just tell me when its days are through And I'll make another, just for you. Ode to My Wife the Quilter She learned to quilt on Monday, Her stitches were very fine, She forgot to thaw out dinner, so we went out to dine. She quilted miniatures on Tuesday, she says they ae a must, they rely were quite lovely, but she forgot to dust. On Wednesday it was a sampler, she says the stipling's fun, What hit-lights, what shadows!! but the laundry wasn't done. Her patches were on Thursday Green, yellow, blue and red, I guess she really ws engrossed, She never made the bed. It was wall hangings on Friday, In colours she adores, It never bothered here at all, The crumbs on all the floors. I found a maid on Saturday, My week is now complete, My wife can quilt the hours away, The house will still be neat. Well, its already Sunday, I think I'm about to wilt, I cursed, I raved, I ranted, the MAID has learned to quilt!!!!!! Its Your Quilt by Nancy Riddell (something nice to add to every baby quilt you make) It's okay if you sit on your quilt. It's okay if your bottle gets spilt. If you swallow some air and you burp, don't despair; It's okay if you spit on your quilt. There are scraps old and new on your quilt, Put together for you on your quilt. If your gums feel numb 'cause your teeth haven't come, It's okay if you chew on your quilt. We expect you to lie on your quilt If you hurt, you may cry on your quilt. On a cold rainy night, Don't you fret; you're all right. You'll be snug, warm and dry on your quilt. Little Bits of Fabric Little bits of fabric Sewn into a quilt Form a warm and loving blanket From which memories are built. And when you seek peace and comfort In the quiet of the night It will keep you warm and snug Until the morning's light. ~~~~~~ I have a little needle that goes everywhere with me, And what can be the use of it is more than two or three. I can quilt a pretty pillow, or a comforter, or vest. I can piece a lovely quilt top, which is what I like the best. Some mornings, very early, before the sun is up, My needle calls, I only pause to grab my coffee cup. Then as the sunrise lights the sky and smart folks stay in bed, I and my needle quilt until I'm dizzy in the head. I take my needle every place; we're quite a common pair, Whenever we appear I notice people tend to stare. I don't know if they stare when they see patterns that impress, Or if they stare because they see the rest of me's a mess. For quilters don't sew buttons and they don't patch children's pants, And they never make new clothes as you will notice at a glance. And quilters never cut things with their favourite fabric shears, unless it should be muslin; otherwise they fall to tears. The one who has the most fabric most likely will be me, so I can't use a scrap of it or I won't win, you see. I'll have to buy more fabric for this quilt I'm working on, It really matters not that what I'm storing isn't gone. I have a little needle that I'm chained to like a rock. I know my husband full expects to stab it through his sock. I hope you will excuse me if I quit right here and run I've found another pattern and my needle wants it done. By Marybeth E. Cieplinski with adject apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson |