Sunday, June 17, 2007

Ode to My Wife, The Quilter



She learned to quilt on Monday;
Her stitches all were fine.

She forgot to thaw out dinner,
So we went out to dine.

She quilted miniatures on Tuesday;
She says they are a must.

They really were quite lovely,
But she forgot to dust.

On Wednesday it was a sampler;
She says stippling is fun.

What highlights! What shadows!
But the laundry wasn't done.

Her patches were on Thursday-
Green, yellow, blue and red.

I guess she was really engrossed;
She never made the bed.

It was wall hangings on Friday,
In colors she adores.

It never bothered her at all,
The crumbs on all the floors.

She found a maid on Saturday;
My week is now complete.

My wife can quilt the hours away;
The house will still be neat.

Well, it's already Sunday,
I think I'm about to wilt.

I cursed, I raved, I ranted;
The maid has learned to QUILT!

*Happy Father's Day and thank you to all of the quilters' husbands out there! We truly appreciate your patience, understanding, and most of all, your debit cards and Visa.