Quilts are made to share
A gift to someone for which you care
Made with hands growing old and pain-ridden
But finish it she must as she is driven
To make just one more before she's done,
Then that's for her bed alone.
And who will get it when she's gone?
Maybe some child that'll come along
Who'll appreciate the fine gift that it is,
One that can be claimed as hers or his.
My mom made many quilts and each seemed to stay on her bed just a short while before it was gone and another took its place. We all treasure these quilts and use them daily, for they were made to be used.
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Quilts are made to share A gift to someone for which you care Made with hands growing old and pain-ridden But finish it she must as she is driven To make just one more before she's done, Then that's for her bed alone. And who will get it when she's gone? Maybe some child that'll come along Who'll appreciate the fine gift that it is, One that can be claimed as hers or his. My mom made many quilts and each seemed to stay on her bed just a short while before it was gone and another took its place. We all treasure these quilts and use them daily, for they were made to be used.