MORE Quilting Poems
C Andress
Wishing you all a piece-ful 1996
Hope these poems help inspire you...
LIFE IS LIKE A QUILT
Life is like a patchwork quilt
And each little patch a day
Some patches are rosy, happy and bright
And some are dark and gray.
But each little patch
As it's fitted in and sewn to keep it together
Makes a finished block in this life of ours,
Filled with sun and rainy weather.
So let me work on life's patchwork quilt
Through the rainy days and the sun
Trusting that when I have finished my block
The Master may say, "Well done."
...unknown
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WARM THOUGHTS
Live is a quilt -- a quilt is love
Both love and a quilt should be:
Soft enough to comfort you
Bright enough to cheer you
Generous enough to enfold you
Light enough to let you move freely
Strong enough to withstand adversity
Durable enough to last a lifetime
And given gladly, from the heart.
...unknown
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THE QUILT
Bless the hearts and hands
Of my good friend and dear mother
For the making of this quilt
As their gift to another.
Bless their weary fingers,
In the making of this treasure,
Demanding hours of skillful labor
Beyond what can be measured.
With every stitch, I've been enriched,
Whenever I behold my quilt
I will always feel the special love
With which it was so warmly built.
So now I express my appreciation
For two of the finest people I have know,
By wishing most sincerely,
That they reap...what they have sewn.
...1985 by D.J. Parkhill, dedicated to Judy and Wynona
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THE PATCHWORK COVERLET
I have a treasure hid away
In that great chest above the stair.
Three generations held it dear,
As if ‘twere gold or jewels rare,
Then passed it on to me; and I
Must keep it save, until the day
When my small daughter shall attain
The years of her majority.
Then she, in turn, will treasure it - -
Great-grandma's patchwork coverlet!
Full many an hour the maker sat,
And plied her needle in and out,
The while her mind was busy, too,
With many a happy dream, no doubt,
Of when the finished quilt should lie
In all it's splendor, wide outspread - -
A covering fit for king or queen - -
Across the great four-posted bed
In her "spare room;" too fine ‘twould be
For aught to use, save ‘company!'
Day after day the pattern grew;
Each block was deftly set in place,
And rows of tiny stitches tell
A tale that time cannot efface - -
Of patience, skill, housewifely pride,
Of woman's love for pretty things,
Of fingers trained such work to do
By those who knew the joy it brings,
Of time within the home well-spent,
The hart with homely tasks content.
So, when I'm weary of the strife
Of living in this modern age,
Softly I steal awhile away,
And thoughts of bygone days engage
My mind, as o'er my lap I spread
This emblem of a vanished past--
For me a magic carpet gay,
Whereon I ride -- until at last
I find relief from cares that fret,
There with great-grandma's coverlet!
...Doris Wheeler Blount
...Needlecraft magazine, September 1928
C Andress
Poem: WARM THOUGHTS
Life is a quilt -- a quilt is love
not: Live is a quilt
Poem: THE QUILT
Of my good friend and her dear mother
--not: Of my good friend an dear mother
Poem: THE PATCHWORK COVERLET
Then passed it on to me; and I
Must keep it safe, until the day
--not: Must keep it save, until the day
The heart with homely tasks content.
--not: The hart with homely tasks content.
"I cut, I breathe...
I sew, I teach...
I quilt, I smile" (Nancy Halpern)
and I will proofread before emailing!
FrancyneW
Once my fingers touch the threads
Washing, dusting, unmade beds
Fade away into nothingness
And I in complete happiness
Let my heart soar with masters past
The patches blend designs so fast
That time flies by
And there am I
Peaceful, creative, contented, whole
Quilting becomes my very soul.
Author unknown