Saturday, September 27, 2008

Good Morning! Good Morning!

“How much piecin' a quilt's like living a life...The Lord sends us the pieces, but we can cut 'em out and put 'em together pretty much to suit ourselves...” ~ Unknown

"The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams." ~ Eleanor Roosevelt

"Take your needle, my child, and work at your pattern; it will come out a rose by and by. Life is like that - one stitch at a time taken patiently and the pattern will come out all right like the embroidery." ~Oliver Wendell Holmes

Quilting Angel

I saw the quilting angel
as she quilted in my dreams.
She quilted with the weirdest things
Not just with cloth and strings.

I saw she added Furniture
Like antique beds and swings.
Baby cradles ~ rocking chairs
and dolls and children's things.

She Added in at least two men
sewing each down tight.
Though all but one had come undone
Just before the dawns new light.

I had watched her quilt ~for hours now
As I slept the night away.
I decided to ask to see her quilt
before My dreams passed into Day!

Come and Look she sang to me
Before any words I said.
I am quilting up your life
from birth until you're dead.

I saw the swings and children's things
and knew how they would fit.
I saw the balls and bats and dolls
and even a catchers mitt.

I saw some tears But smiles as well
some kids and dogs and a tree.
I laughed and glowed as she proudly showed
what a mosaic my life would be!

written By: Patricia Sawyer
9-17- 2008

Good Saturday Morning to Y'all! I decided today to share with you a poem I wrote recently after dreaming pretty much what the Poem describes. I often dream of quilts. I don't know why really. But I am maybe just weird? I have made a few quilts and you wouldn't believe the time actually involved in it unless you made one too. My Mama Makes them all the time. I wouldn't be scared to say that she quilts a little bit every day. She has a Bunch of Beautiful quilts made. She is getting old. I wonder how many hours she has spent quilting? When I made the several quilts that I sewed, I thought of many things as I sewed. Sometimes I cried as I thought of bad times or people passed away. Other times I laughed as I sat there laying strips of color together and believe it or not certain prints of cloth will remind you of someone or something. I guess life is like a quilt. Many different pieces sewn together, Hopefully, with Love. I know that I treasure the quilts My Mama has given me. I know she quilts with love. Try to Love someone today~ Maybe someone who you didn't love yesterday?~ For Love binds hearts together forever.
Have a great day!


Big Time said...


That tree you saw on the quilt didn't have a crows nest in it with a younger Patsy climbing to knock it out did it? You were always the designated pine tree climber.

You probably don't remember, but when we were just kids I wanted to make a quilt and you told me that you would help me as soon as I cut out a bread bag full of squares. I worked on that bag for months. Just about the time I had it full something else came along and I forgot all about it. I know it is long gone but I if I ever find that bread bag I am going to hold you to helping me.

Don't forget to send a little love to you favorite fan! Me!

Sunshine said...

Patsy,quilting sounds good for the soul. Tears come with sadness and gladness...Never tried making a quilt, but maybe one day I will.

Pblacksaw said...

Big time~ Yea I think it was a crow tree.. I could climb those pines barefooted. I do remeber you cutting scraps for a quilt while I was sewing doll clothes. I bet Mama found your bag and sewed it into a quilt.. so Maybe she owes you one for your squares? We can say that and maybe get you one!
Hey I sung up on the stage last night with a group of women.. we sang Delta dawn.. I'm the only one who knew all the words and didn't have to read them.. Go me!! I love you Reuben.

Sunshine~ Quilting is good for the soul. I love crazy quilts myself.. wonder why? My next quilt will be a jar quilt though. Because from bugs to buttons, or beans to Pickled eggs.. everything can be Jarred.

I thank you for reading my blog. Have a great week-end..

Polly said...

I do like thie poem Patsy - it's lovely.

Pblacksaw said...

Polly~ Thanks for visiting my blog. I am glad you liked my poem. I hope you have a great day!

L. Venkata Subramaniam said...

lovely poem. Quilting lifes mosaic is fun, sad, loving, smiling, crying... indeed.