Cleaning House

Okay, I have answered emails,

vacuumed, mopped the floors

I even cleaned the globes on the chandelier

I have one more work project to complete before I can

go into my sewing room to make more of these awesome pin cushion caddies!

As I struggle with this balance I was reminded of a poem

my father had sent me years ago, when I had just begun quilting

MY QUILT

 - Author unknown

My neighbor is washing her windows

and scrubbing and mopping her floors.

But my house is all topsy-turvy and

dust is behind all the doors.

My neighbor, she keeps her house spotless

and she goes all day long at a trot.

But no one will know in a fortnight 

if she swept today or not.

The task I am at is enticing...

My neighbor is worn to a rag.

I am making a quilt out of pieces 

I have saved in a pretty chintz bag.

And the quilt, 

I know my descendants

will exhibit with prideful heart.

"So lovely - my grandmother made it,

an example of patience and art"

But will her grandchildren remember

her struggles with dirt and decay?

They will not...

they will wish

she had made them a quilt

 like the one I am making today.

~

Happy Monday

Kyra