A Quilter
A quilter brings us comfort
on the chilliest of nights.
With unseen hands she tucks us in
and softly dims the lights.
What many others throw away,
she knows that she can use.
She brings together every square,
Arranging varied hues.
With simple needle & mere thread,
and batts without a form,
She sews each piece with tender love
To keep us snug and warm.
The Lord has helped her understand
the value of things old,
She swaddles us in memories
Each precious to behold.
Author unknown
**This poem is dedicated to all quilters everywhere!
on the chilliest of nights.
With unseen hands she tucks us in
and softly dims the lights.
What many others throw away,
she knows that she can use.
She brings together every square,
Arranging varied hues.
With simple needle & mere thread,
and batts without a form,
She sews each piece with tender love
To keep us snug and warm.
The Lord has helped her understand
the value of things old,
She swaddles us in memories
Each precious to behold.
Author unknown
**This poem is dedicated to all quilters everywhere!
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