Poem a Day 26: A Quilter Begins . . .

Imagine a little boyhelping his mother in her quilting shop,picking up scraps of every color, playing with patterns,never realizing one day, he woulddraw with fabric such exquisite designs,his own patterns would dazzle quilters everywhere.And so I begin my first quilt of his makingby cutting the fabric, tracing the lines,four fowers balanced in batik,each block builds into the next,perhaps a