Last week at our writer’s group, Karla Tedtsen read us this poem about quilt making. It is such a well-thought-out poem detailing the quilt-making process that I thought I would put it in here for the enjoyment of all you quilters, and the rest of us as well.
Making a quilt is what I love to do. It’s a piece of my heart given freely to you.
The process begins with the choosing of fabric, Then I decide, is it traditional or maverick?
Piecing the top is an art form of its own, With seams sewn together, ripped out, then re-sewn.
Creating the border is another decision, Having it lay flat requires painstaking precision.
Once the quilt sandwich has batting in middle, Squaring it up becomes a frustrating riddle.
Quilting comes next, must plan on design, Simple or dense, have I an idea in mind?
Choosing thread to complement the whole, Embroidery or not, just what is my goal?
Fancy it up or just keep it plain? Decisions to be made can drive me insane.
But because it’s for you, the one I hold dear, I’ll eventually choose, I will persevere.
And finally, when the last stitch is in place, A big smile emerges, covering my face.
Will you like this small treasure? That’s not really a care,
It’s simply a gift from my heart With you I can share.