As the stitches of life we sew
Create a pattern of rows strong
Precise small patterns interwoven
A careful hand reflects that they belong
A picture starts to form
threads of colors begin to dance
But feeble hands get slow
The quilt of life goes without a glance
The colorful quilt has lain there for years
without too many callers
Now here beauty has come to life
We see her tattered squares somehow seem taller
As we recognize her colorful squares
Once dressed her children in youth
Until this day they went unnoticed
Life’s a stitch in time, is the fragile truth
The threadbare lady has lost some appeal
Sitting lonely for years dressing beds
Once filled with laughter and the giggles of life
No longer resting small heads
The cedar chest now opens she’s tucked safely inside
In a careful protective way
Only to be revealed by appreciative hands with new stitches
And once again on display
Life is a series of stitches no matter how our quilts are sewn
It’s up to us to follow a pattern showing where the threads belong
