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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2024
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