| They stand in silent testimony Of the blood and sweat and care Sweet memories of love and joy Stand partnered, side by side Burst's of color embellish some To catch the passing crowd Others stark and intricate Their textures trick the eye Patterns and pictures grace the room Their details brought to life From odds and ends and bags of scraps These treasures come to pass And only those who live the art Can embrace the hidden tales Tor those that stop to criticize Or argue what is meant May never know the secrets hid Within the quilters mind. |