Balls

In quilting class, we’re making balls; We cut and sew and stuff And stitch and stuff some more until The ball is firm enough. The pieces start as pentagons In fabrics that we choose, So all the projects look unique When we are sharing views. I’ve made one for each grandchild, For these quilted balls are fun, Which I proudly showed my husband Just as soon as they were done. As I go to post this poem, though, I do wonder, when it’s read, If the Poet Police will change my balls To asterisks instead.