Short Quilter Poems

Let’s go see the quilt maker my aunt suggested.
The quilter was an old woman.
I did not like oldsters, but I was polite about it.

The quilt maker had a lively sense of humor.
She and I became friends.
Later, good friends.
And now best friends.

I learned that oldsters are not all the same.
She taught me this in all the right ways.
I am now learning how to make a quilt too....

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by Robert J (Bob) Moore © 2015

My wife she is a quilter, she quilts by day and night
cutting cloth and paper pieces, making sure they’re right
she likes to get me involved, “do these colours look OK”
I ask her, “what does she think”, cause she has the final say

I think they look real good she says, I nod, and I agree
she walks away all happy, more brownie points for me
we’ve been doing this for years, she thinks I have a good mind
never had the nerve to tell her, I am colour blind...

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