While casting about for a subject
Beginning with the letter "Q",
I was beginning to think, "O, Heck,
I'll not be able to save my neck."
When my eyes cast about, searching,
Hunting, then gazed upon the table
Next to my sewing machine I use
Most days in endless labor and I saw,
My latest labor in which I endeavor
To complete the quilt I am working on.
One in a week or less; I make a new one,
Working from dawn to setting sun.
Of quilts I've made quite a few,
And given away to those people I knew.
It gives me a great amount of pleasure,
Sharing with family and friends.
Trusting they will receive and treasure,
The gifts I put together with love,
With fabric and batting of cotton.
When I am long gone, I trust they'll
Look upon these quilts with their name
And mine upon the label,
Then hold the quilt in their embrace,
Remembering me with love and grace.
One of the many quilts I've done for babies.