ODE TO MY WIFE -THE QUILTER

I received this poem by an email that was sent to me by a quilter. That quilter, who does excellent work on very complex and difficult quilts and also teaches quilting at all levels of skills, is Sharron, my dear wife of 55+ years.

Quilters do get involved in their work. They do also have a sense of humor as the poem will indicate...... Enjoy

 

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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 a sampler

She says the stipplin's fun

What highlights! Oh what shadows

But the laundry wasn't done

Her charm quilt was on Thursday

Green patches, blue and red

I guess she really was engrossed

She never made the bed

It was wall hangings on Friday

In colors she adores

But she never seemed to notice

The crumbs on all 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!

                                     Author unknown 

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I wonder if the author was really unknown or if he decided it was orudent not to reveal his name....