For the love of Quilting

My quilting days are going
From all the days of sewing.
All my squares, blocks and patches
And all my pretty stashes
All moving and going
From all days of sewing.
My quilting hoop,
For almost 20 years of trusty service
My quilting magazines and books
My needles, shiny threads
Roller cutters and special scissors.
My bestfriend thimble,
I recall, my fingers nimble
on tiny stitches bind three layers
On quilt tops and coasters.
My quilts, they all have a story
From my eldest son down to my youngest girl
Each one has one.
Many hours were spent, many gifts were sent
All labored with love
For that is what they’re meant
To give warmth, on chilly nights
To hug one dear very tight.
All little bits of fabric
Sewn into a beautiful, cozy blanket.
All sewn into a quilt
Where all memories are built.
I remember I gave one to a couple
And another wall hang to a dear friend
Oftentimes they are such blessings
Far better than material things!
I made all patterns of blocks and applique
Trapunto and Bonnet Sue.
But now, I’ll give them a rest
And put some precious ones in my treasure chest.
Of hues of green and baby pink
Oh I will forever think
That someday, when I’m old and gray,
Quilting was one that made my day!

"Her hands are busy spinning thread, her fingers twisting fiber". Proverbs 31:19