Ode To My Wife the Quilter :: Poem
You may or may not know, but my wife Deborah, has been quilting for over 25 years now. She use to teach people how to quilt all around the country, she invented and designed several new quilting products, and has completed countless projects, many of which she gave away. She doesn't quilt much for herself anymore but back during the millennium she did a quilt swap with people all around the world, and here a mere 12 years later she finally got around to putting the blocks together, 144 blocks to be exact, and the last block, by Carol Smith from Colonia NJ was the very last block of the 144. This box of blocks from back in 2000 came from cleaning out our attic, something we have been trying to do for the past 6 years. Along with the blocks we found this poem, Ode To My Wife the Quilter, by an Unknown Author.
Ode To My Wife the Quilter
She learned to quilt on Monday Her stitches all were very fine. She forgot to thaw out dinner, So we went out to dine.
She quilted miniatures on Tuesday, She says they are a must. They were really quite lovely, But she forgot to dust.
On Wednesday it was a sampler, She says stripling's fun. What highlights! What shadows! But the laundry wasn't done.
Her patches were on Thursday- Green, yellow, blue and red. I guess she was really engrossed She never made the bed.
It was wall hanging on Friday, In colors, she adores. It never bothered her at all, The crumbs on the floors.
I found a maid on Saturday, My week is now complete. My wife can quilt the hours away, The house will still be neat.
Well it's already Sunday, I think I'm about to wilt. I cursed, I raved, I ranted, The MAID has learned to QUILT!