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Patchwork Poem -
My neighbour is washing her windows
And scrubbing and mopping her floors,
But my house is all topsy-
And dust behind all of the doors.
My neighbour, she keeps her house spotless,
And she goes all day long at a trot,
But no-
If she swept today or not.
The task I am at is enticing...
My neighbour is worn to a rag.
I am making a quilt out of pieces
I have saved in a pretty chintz bag.
And the Quilt, I know my descendants
Will exhibit with prideful heart...
"So lovely, my grandmother made it,
An example of patience and art"
But will her grandchildren remember
Her struggles with dirt and decay?
They will not, they will wish
She had made them
A quilt like I'm making today.
(seen in "West Country Quilter magazine, May 2013)