Quilter's Poem

The house is dusty

The floors are a mess

Kids getting fussy

I couldn’t care less

The garden needs tending

And laundry too

Some clothes need mending

What’s a quilter to do?

What’s for dinner mom?

What can we eat?

I can’t answer that now

There’s a quilt to complete!

The needle is threaded

And fabric cut out

Go play with your sister

And try not to shout!

My coffee is poured

And the music’s on low

It’s ‘me’ time right now

There’s a quilt to grow