I have enjoyed Jacquie’s poetry for years now. Today, she shares a few of her poems with us. ~Patricia~
Poems by Jacquie Sciutto:
I think this was the first one I ever posted:
ON NEATNESS
I made my sewing room tidy one day
And put all my fabrics and tools away –
A crate of blues and one of reds,
Several boxes for different threads,
My backing fabrics all on one shelf,
All of the batting in a box by itself,
Scissors and rulers all hanging up,
Pencils and markers joined in one cup,
The stencils collected and neatly in place,
Pins in their holders, bags for the lace,
Buttons and beads in boxes with labels.
I even saw the tops of some tables!
I admired the neatness. I wanted to sing –
But I couldn’t find a doggone thing!
A puzzled beginning quilter prompted me to write this one:
BEGINNERS
All quilters start out as beginners.
No one is born knowing how.
But all who would be good quilters
Should make this solemn vow:
I will buy only quality fabrics.
I will keep clean my sewing machine.
I will help my fellow quilters
Be they eighty or seventeen.
I will carefully follow directions
That I am given in class
So that what I am trying to make
Will truly come to pass.
I will try never to feel guilty
About my stash or my UFOs:
These are part of the quilting mystique
As every quilter knows.
Above all, I will embrace
The joys that quilting imparts
Of friendship, fun and sharing
That cheers and fills our hearts.
And when I’m no more a beginner
I won’t hold in disdain
Those who know less than I do –
Who knows what heights they may attain?
Husbands (if one has one) are important:
DEAR HUSBANDS
Sing a song of quilting
A closet full of cloth!
Little dreamed our husbands
When they plighted us their troth
That we would become quilters
With all that it implies,
Filling up our houses
With all of our supplies:
Fabrics, books and patterns,
Rotary cutters and mats,
Scissors, threads and needles,
A variety of batts,
Sewing machines and sergers,
A wall to hang designs,
A big table for our cutting,
Pens and pencils to draw lines,
A frame or hoop for quilting,
An adjustable chair on wheels,
An assortment of templates and rulers,
And catalogs with good deals.
Add a stash of fabric,
Enough to stock a store,
Plus laces and embellishments,
Who could ask for more?
Well, husbands think that kitchens
Should turn out regular meals
And a quilt shop’s not the only place
To head for on your wheels.
They have little understanding
Of the quilt fever in our heads
But somehow they still love us
With all our scraps and threads.
I think most quilters feel this way:
APPRECIATION
There are quilts that make me wonder.
There are quilts that make me blink.
There are quilts that tug my heartstrings.
There are quilts that make me think.
But the quilts that mean the most
And that fill my heart with glee
Aren’t the ones I see at quilt shows
But the rare ones made for me!
And a lot of us feel like this about housework:
ONCE SHOULD BE ENOUGH
Don’t tidy my house.
Leave the spiders in peace.
The dust bunnies have
An unbreakable lease.
The furniture’s dust coating
Is protection you know,
So just leave it right there.
(I would miss it so!)
The floor’s where I keep
All my spare pins.
Don’t pick them up
If you value your skins!
I do like things tidy.
I would like things clean.
It’s the unending redoing
On which I’m not keen!
This is, of course, just a sampling. Enjoy!
Jacquie in Vermont aka The Muse
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