The woman recalls a time in her young life at schoolwhen she was in second grade, the teacher thought it would be cool if each child wrote a story about their mothersomething sweet, special from some time or another The little girl is excited to write it all downPencil scratching paper...
Amazing that a 5×5 squareStrategically placed here and there Placed together in a row and sewed patientlyWill become a beautiful quilt for someone else to see Maybe from a favorite childhood dressPacked away for years not worn but cherished none the less Tucked away to be preserved until the right time...
Grab the memory in front of you-before today is throughYour on to life’s endeavors tomorrow making something new Take the time to stop and stareLook details over everywhere You’ll grasp to remember, years down the roadWhen time takes its toll and details erode A deep impression to the head and heartIn...
When Sister Stiched She learned to stitch muslin when she was nine Grandma told her to make short little stitches and keep them in a straight line Her material rarely was ever store-bought You took what you could find, you got what you got The feed sacks from Greers place Would...
you thought you were on the seaIn the old West across the long Prairie On the horizon, wagons as far as the eyes could see Canvas topped horse-drawn wagons.Pioneers heading across the Prairie to the West Untamed plains and the western statestraveling with extraordinarily little rest Hopes and dreams piled into...
Teddy, My big Brother was a brother like no other he was shy and meek but when he needed to he’d speak I always thought he was too shy I don’t know really why Maybe because all the other brothers and sisters needed Attention from my mom and dad who were...
Mankind has become a churning sea Pulling muck up from the bottom and bringing it to me They lay their anger at your door and expect you to open wide Well I’m not that stupid to open the door I know I need to hide What’s good has become bad and...
The spinning wheel in the cornerThat spun dreams of multicolors spinning fibers into strings and adding a twistit caused many women to end up with sore wrist she turned the wheel back to unwind the spiral on the spindlethen clockwise again until the string had dwindled The great wheel Saxony was...
On a lazy summer, breezy dayHis garden flowers would rock and sway A more beautiful scene could not equateAs the view, I had from his garden gate My Grandad loved talking to the millennial dawners, as they were called thenThey would talk for hours about flowers and Bible promises found within...
