Quilt Poems and Dedications

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"The Tattered Quilt"

A tattered quilt hangs by my bed
Upon an antique stand
My mind drifts back to years before
As the quilt falls on my hand.
Stitched with care and bound with love
A work of art indeed
This dear old quilt has been my friend
No matter what my need.

I still recall with memory sweet
How this quilt did come to me
It was upon a Christmas morn
It lay wrapped beneath the tree.
As I opened up this precious gift
My eyes were filled with tears
I realized this gift contained
The work of many years.

One day as we sat snug within
My quilt and watched it rain
I asked my gramma, "Why for me?"
And thus she did explain.
"I wanted you to have this quilt
For when you're feeling down
I wanted you to have this quilt
When you move from town to town."

"So if you're feeling lonely
Or if you're feeling sad
Just wrap yourself inside your quilt
And things won't seem so bad.
No matter where you go in life
No matter what you feel
This quilt will be here for you
It's something that is real."

Oft times I've sat with my dear quilt
And thought of words she said
I realize that when she spoke
She spoke of years ahead.
For now that older I have grown
I have just come to see
My gramma is my quilt indeed
She's always there for me.

                 Author: Terrie Johnson

 

 

This quilt is made of cloth and thread
to place upon your little bed.
It's not an heirloom - just to keep,
but to lie upon as you count sheep.
Or perhaps the floor's the perfect place
for a doll and teddy picnic space.
This quilt can be anything you dream -
from Superman's cape to the robe of a queen.
Pretend its a raft adrift at sea,
or just cuddle up when you watch TV.
So use it up and wear it out-
I promise I won't yell or pout,
Just tell me when its days are through,
and I'll make another, just for you.
-- Kathy Sherlock

 

The Bride’s Quilt

A maiden plans so carefully
The day when she will wed—
The cake, the gown, the flowers, and
The banquet to be fed.

There’s much to be accomplished in
The days that lie ahead.
But what is most important are
The words her Mama said.

“Go fetch the cloth, the scissors, and
The needle and the thread.
We’ll piece the top from calico
Of blue and green and red.

Then stretch it on the frame where back
And batting have been spread.
We’ll sew until our hands have cramped,
And finger-pricks have bled.

Each stitch we make within the quilt
Is Love contributed
To generations yet unborn,
‘Twill be inherited.

So let our fingers fly with speed--
This project move ahead.
Your house won’t be a home until
A quilt is on the bed!”

  Author: Unknown
 

Grandmother’s Quilt

 A tattered quilt all frayed and torn,
Beneath whose warmth a child once slept.
A memory in each patch is kept
From clothing long ago well-worn.

This cherished quilt brings back the touch
That wiped away a tiny tear,
And softly rocked while giving cheer…
Sweet comfort always treasured much.

Now generations feel the love
Of someone they have never known;
The seeds of love forever sown
By Grandma, smiling from above.

Author: Unknown
 

It's Your Quilt:
It's OK if you sit on your quilt.
It's OK if your bottle gets spilt
If you swallow some air
And you burp, don't despair,
It's OK if you spit on your quilt.

There are scraps old and new in your quilt,
Put together for you on your quilt.
If your gums feel numb
'Cause your teeth haven't come,
It's OK if you chew on your quilt.

We expect you to lie on your quilt.
If you hurt, you may cry on your quilt.
On a cold rainy night,
Don't you fret, you're all right,
You'll be snug, warm and dry on your quilt.


Author: Nancy Riddell

The Brides Quilt and Grandmothers Quilt were written by Dee Satterlee Giles.

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The Quilt Artist

How much piecin' a quilt is like livin' a life! You can give the same kind of pieces to two persons, and one will make a "nine-patch" and one'll make a "wild goose chase, " and there will be two quilts made out of the same kind of pieces, and jest as different as they can be. And that is jest the way with livin'. The Lord sends us the pieces, but we cut them out and put 'em together pretty much to suit ourselves, and there's a heap more in the cuttin' out and the sewin' than there is in the caliker.
                       
Eliza Calvert Hall in "Aunt Jane of Kentucky"
 

A Family

A family is like a patchwork quilt
With kindness gently sewn
Each piece an original
With beauty all its own
With threads of warmth and happiness
Its lightly stitched together
To last in love throughout the years
A family is forever.

                                   Author Unknown

 

Choices

 

I've sought inspiration a quilt for to make.

There's a wide choice of patterns,

Now which should I take?

 

Here's Baltimore Album

And Sunbonnet Sue,

Seven Sisters, Clay's Choice and Log Cabin too.

 

Anvil and Churn Dash, and Birds in the Air,

There’s Country Crossroads, and City Square.

 

Broken Dishes, Tree of Life,

LeMoyne Star, and Contrary Wife.

 

Mexican Star, Pickle Dish,

Cherry Basket, and Goldfish.

 

Thousand Pyramids, Irish Chain,

True Lover's Knot, and Airplane.

 

There’s Tangled Garter, and World's Fair,

Kansas Troubles, and Windblown Square.

 

Hovering Hawks and Flying Geese.

I really don't know what to piece!

 

Four-Patch, Nine-Patch, Tumbling Blocks,

Grandmother's Fan and Jack-in-the-Box.

 

Spiderweb, Kaleidoscope,

There must be one, I've not lost hope.

 

I've thought and thought, I'm ready to wilt.

Eureka!

I'll make a sampler quilt!

 

                 Author: Jacquie Scuitto

 

Little Bits of Fabric

Little bits of fabric
Sewn into a quilt
Form a warm and loving blanket
From which memories are built.
And when you seek peace and comfort
In the quiet of the night
It will keep you warm and snug
Until the morning's light.

(Author: unknown)

 

Quilting Bee

In Fellowship they meet,
Their long days to invest,
Snipping and sewing, only slowing
To visit, to eat or rest.

Calico scraps, heaped on laps,
Each one an exact size and hue.
Fingers nimble with thread and thimble,
Create pretty patterns anew.

Heads bent to the task, you need not ask
If these ladies love to quilt.
Their talented touch, expresses as much
As piece onto piece it is built.

Friends try to perceive who will receive
Each quilt that is stitched from the heart,
With needlework fine, the patterns entwined
A treasure, a true work of art.

(Author: unknown)

 

Baby's Quilt

The sun came up this morning
It's promise sweet and long
A new child shares this day with me
The birds begin their songs.

A special gift of squares and strips
Was sewn for baby's cover
The sparkling patches quite reflect
Our feeling for each other.

The beauty of the days ahead
Are sewn in every seam.
I'll wrap you up and hold you tight
And anticipate the dream.

    Author: M.Robinson -- from the book, "P.S. I Love You")

 

Quilter's Poem

Love is a quilt - a quilt is love . . .
Both love and a quilt should be:
Soft enough to comfort you,
Bright enough to cheer you,
Generous enough to enfold you,
Light enough to let you move freely,
Strong enough to withstand adversity,
Durable enough to last a lifetime,
And given gladly, from the heart.

               Author: unknown

 

Disappearing Act

Where do all my pins disappear to?
I've picked up all the ones off the floor.
But when I put them back into their box,
It looked as though there ought to be more.
 

What became of the needle I had in my hand
When I picked up the spool to thread it?
It seems to have vanished into thin air,
But that explanation I can't credit.
 

How does my thimble disappear
From the basket where it was laid?
I haven't heard it rolling 'round on the floor
As it did when the cats with it played.
 

What did I do with that fabric I need
That I had just an hour ago?
I put it away, but in what place?
It's somewhere that it doesn't show.
 

The magazine with the pattern I liked
Was right on top of that pile.
I guess it's sunk, but how far down
In such a little while?
 

I know that book went back on its shelf
And should be with books of its kind.
But I just can't find it, though I've looked five times.
Can it be that I'm going blind?
 

It's a very good thing that my sewing machine
Is something that's too big to hide.
Not being able to find something as big as that
Would really humble my pride!
 

I don't know why things I know that I had
Disappear when I put them away.
I find it annoying but I very much fear
It's a problem that's here to stay.
 

                                      Author: Jacquie Scuitto

 

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