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PIECES OF LIFE A needle, some thread, a small piece of time, Her scissors and thimble, an old print scrap; And like a rich man with just a thin dime, She searches the box that sits on her lap.
Her glasses are thick, gray hair a neat bun, Nimble fingers are still graceful and quick; She sorts through the fabrics and, one by one, Lays out a quilt pattern like a card trick.
That piece of red dress she'll put over there, And stitch it to this dark print from a shirt; This was a blouse, she'll choose each with care, And add this calico print of a skirt.
From stitch to stitch busy fingers will fly, Quilting piece to piece of life that's gone by.
by: JG Butts © Copyright, 1999 March 31, 1999
i thot this was clever.
j.