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The Quilter
by Melissa Rives Sitting in her rocker Holding needle and some thread... Her fingers tell a story Without pen or pencil lead. But written in the fabric, Stories woven in her stitch... While every block inside her quilt Holds memories so rich. Her stitches perfectly in line, You'll find no flaw to see. Her quilts are sewn by hand with care, And not machinery. Some look just like a garden Filled with colors of the Spring. Others feel like fluffy clouds Which underneath I dream. Such talent in her fingers, Creating works of art... The colors and the patterns blend, The love poured from her heart. For every stitch is sewn with more Than just a piece of thread... I'm sure she tucks some prayers in there, Though she has never said.
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Copyright 2002 by Melissa Rives |
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