Life’s A Quilt
Dolly sits a-quilting by her mother, stitch by stitch,
Gracious, how my pulses throb, how my fingers itch,
While I note her dainty waist and her slender hand,
As she matches this and that, she stitches strand by strand.
And I long to tell her Life’s a quilt and I’m a patch;
Love will do the stitching if she’ll only be my match.
Paul Laurence Dunbar (1872-1906)
Thanks to my friend, Mindy Fitterman, of Minka’s Studio, for sending this poem.
All of the arts provide so much pleasure to our lives, as do our friends. They are like large rocks of safe haven in a sea of turmoil and stress. Have a pleasant Sunday! “Happy trails to you!”
Patricia Cummings
