Tiny Stitches
My life is patterned
On a crazy quilt
Fabric pieces of my past
Moods pivoting around in
Yellow and red
Mixed with a somber brown
Pulling that crazy quilt
Around my shoulders
Drawing comfort from within
With my hand I will follow
The tiny stitches
Along a textured course
Some stitches are wider
Ones I did as a child
Others more even and precise
Now with age my hand trembles
Cataracts cover my eyes
Leaving me searching for the needle
I’m taking a journey
Along a fabric trail
One stitch at a time
A small group of ladies in Andover, Kansas get together the first Tuesday of the month to make prayer quilts to be give away to those in need. After nearly 25 years together the bond of friendship we've made while quilting has helped each of us through the tough times in our own lives. We are doubly blessed as we visit, share private matters or health concerns, while pulling needles through fabric. Over time our lives have become woven together, friends forever.