Tiny Stitches

What a lovely poem - excellent job.

Kathy Baker

So very nice, Cindy. An apt analogy of the quilting and your life. Women are so fortunate to belong to groups such as the one you mentioned. We build solid friendships in these groups, and they become our support groups when needed. We only need to remember to lean on them at the right times. You've been in my thoughts a lot lately.
Nancy

Nancy I just read your article in Kansas Traveler titled, "A Passion For Purple," along w/ the picture of you & your granddaughter.

I still have two purple hard-plastic containers (bowl shaped) that I believe butter came in. The lids & 2 other bowls are long ago. We lived off campus Larry's senior year which would have been in 1970. So that makes those bowls at least 37 years old!

Larry is such a K-State fan with all the chemo he's had this year & the experimental drug maybe when I say he's got purple in his blood it really is true.

My memories are drawn to the quilters I've know in our family. Grandma Viola Matilda (Tower) McGhee; Mother, Ruth (Vining) McGhee; my sister, Melba and her mother-in-law; Clyde's Grandma, Marie (Kennedy) Joy; Clyde's mother, Cora Myrle (Joy) Martin; Clyde's sisters, Vivian Stafford and Dorothy Jones. Also Vivian's daughter, Lorna who had the quilting machine shop. You are following the footsteps of your heritage.

Cindy, a really meaningful poem that could apply to many of our lives. Congratulations on being able to apply yourself to poetry with all the stress going on in your life right now. I hope to see more soon.

Such a beautiful poem! Reminded me of a song called 'Tapestry' by Carol King. "A wondrous woven magic of bits of blue and gold " but the beauty of quiltting is you can hold it in your hand and share it with others. Thanks for sharing.
- Sabina

thank you for your compliment in compairing it to a song. Many poems & not just my own--I put to song. I find it important to read a poem out loud to hear the sounds, not just see the words.

I really enjoyed reading your poem. I like the connection to quilting and growing through life.

This beautifully written poem brought back precious memories of my mother. Strange how a tiny snippet of fabric has the power to instantly take us back in time. BJ

Beautiful poem. I liked the "crazy quilt" analogy very much. Karen