Quick fingers sewing scraps
into patterns of quilted stars.
Gnarled knuckles over the years
barely slowed her pace.
No patch was ever a piece of trash.
No thread couldn’t find it’s place.
Red and gold, purple and blue,
a rainbow’s tangled mess.
With visions of color and design,
she stitched a masterpiece every time.
A REAL TREASURE IN WORD FORM...
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