The Crazy Quilt By Margaret E. Sangster

The Crazy Quilt By Margaret E. Sangster Patchwork only, did you say, This mosaic quaint and gay, Starred with dainty appliqué, In confusion mazy? Sooth it hath a high-born air, With an easeful charm and rare, Lightening the weight of care. Wherefore call it crazy? Every woman in the land This bewitching quilt has planned; […]

To Stash Or Not To Stash….Is That The Question By Juanita K Bard

To Stash Or Not To Stash….Is That The Question By Juanita K Bard Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous mis-organization Or to take arms against a sea of clutter And by opposing end it? To organize? To give away? To sew not more? Nay…To sew I must..perchance […]

Poems about Confidence

Ode To My Wife, The Quilter By Anonymous

Ode To My Wife, The Quilter By Anonymous 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 Tuesday. She says they are a must They really were quite lovely But she forgot to dust. On Wednesday, it was […]

Mother Pieced Quilts By Teresa Palomo Acosta

Mother Pieced Quilts By Teresa Palomo Acosta they were just meant as covers in winters as weapons against pounding january winds but it was just that every morning I awoke to these october ripened canvases passed my hand across their cloth faces and began to wonder how you pieced all these together these strips of […]

The Crazy Quilt By Anonymous

The Crazy Quilt By Anonymous Oh, say, can you see by the dawn’s early light, What you failed to perceive at the twilight’s last gleaming; A crazy concern that through the long night O’er the bed where you slept was so saucily streaming; The silk patches so fair, Round, three-cornered and square Gives proof that […]

Of Things And Home By William Bearhart

Of Things And Home By William Bearhart Where else do mice scurry along the bones of a couch, among coiled springs and dog food stash, where a body is wrapped up in quilts because October is a cold house, no hot water but a dog’s water dish frozen in the dark living room where a […]

Moving Men By John Warner Smith

Moving Men By John Warner Smith Men of the moving company arrive in gray crew neck shirts and hard-toe boots, carrying dollies, ropes and quilts, a few songs and small talk to pass the time. They lift, pull and raise, then sail the séance of grit golden sands. They pull cups, pour water, and pass […]

For Grandma By Jaki Shelton Green

For Grandma By Jaki Shelton Green i heard your voice this morning speaking from the foot of the bed your quilt crawled to the floor as i lay down in the first whisper of dawn. i heard your voice this morning the sound of cloth a casual sound a sunday morning preparing to visit your […]

Threads By Audrey Stephenson

Threads By Audrey Stephenson These threads pull together These threads weave together your existence Your dependence And as we look to the sky We live And as we hide Cut the rope that he’s tied I’m bound by the tension that we’ve placed between us This silence is simple We look at our hands Weather […]

Threading The Needle By Bernard F. Asuncion

Threading The Needle By Bernard F. Asuncion Guide a piece of thread Through the sewing needle’s eye; To repair the damaged dress To wear beneath the wide blue sky. The world’s best billiards masters Thread the needle when they do play; Precisely making a good shot Through a slim or narrow pathway. Threading the needle […]