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Sunday, August 21, 2016

the chapman quilt

Day after day the pattern grew;
Each block was deftly set in place,
And rows of tiny stitches tell
A tale that time cannot efface.
Of patience, skill, housewifely pride,
Of women's love for pretty thing,
Of fingers trained such work to do
By those who know the joy it btings,
Of time within the home weel spent,
The heart with homely tasks content.

2 comments:

quilting Jeannet said...

Leuk joh, ik vind het bijna jammer dat ik al zoiets dergelijks gemaakt heb, je zou hier zo ook weer aan beginnen.

Deb Hardman said...

I love it! Lovely, poem & lovely stitching.