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.
-- Nancy Riddell
Use me as a Pillow
Unless you get cold,
Then pull out my stuffing
And gently unfold.
I'm a lap quilt now
with a space for your feet,
And when you're all done
Fold me back nice and neat!
This was published in the Quilter's Newsletter
Magazine Sept. 1989 (page 63) This was a poem that I attached to quillos I made,
to give away or to sell, to help people know that this was no ordinary pillow.
Shelley Michel SMichel48@aol.com
JUST FOR YOU
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 place.
This quilt can be anything you can dream
From Superman's cape to the robe of a queen.
Pretend it's 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 one just for you.
My Fingers aren't so nimble,
And my sight is failing fast.
But for future generations,
This quilt will share their past.
World wide the cloth was gathered
With "swaps" galore, a pattern was set.
Friendships, made with love and sharing,
through Cyberspace on the Internet.
Some lines are a little crooked,
a few corners not quite square.
But every stitch was taken,
With tender loving care.
So rest your head and dream away,
As worries and turmoil fade.
Let this quilt extend its love,
And wake to a beautiful new day.
Designed, pieced & quilted by
Donna Lawicki, Michigan
August 2000 firstname.lastname@example.org
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.
Written by Sue Mullane of Albuquerque, New Mexico for her
grandchild. It was published in the December 1996 issue of Quilters
Quilter's Newsletter January/February 2008, p 83)