Stitches

Let's start the bidding at eight hundred dollars For the quilt that was sewn by the hands of a scholar. A mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend, A cuddle, a kiss, a wink, and a grin. I have $850, $860, $875 For the quilt that is stained from all the times that she cried While praying, while sad, while full of pure bliss A grin, a cuddle, a wink, and a kiss. $915, that's where we're at, But we can't put a price on something as valuable as that That lady, those hands, hands that never muddled A wink, a kiss, a grin, and a cuddle. Once, twice, sold, the the lady in red, Who takes the quilt, and runs her fingers across the thread A tear falls from her eyes, as she began to blink A kiss, a grin, a cuddle, and a wink