I have an affliction
Or is it an addiction?
It really is hard to say. I wake up each morning,
Sleepy and yawning,
Not ready to face the day. All night I've thought of plans,
New patterns, designs and bands,
Until I have lost my way. Each quilt I see
Looks good to me.
I'll make it, come what may. The more I learn,
The more I yearn
To make a quilt that's gay. With swatches galore
I still want more!
But somebody's got to pay! Yes, it is an addiction,
Not an affliction,
And I know it is here to stay!