My neighbour is washing her windows
and scrubbing and washing her floors ....
But my home is all topsy turvy
and dust is behind all the doors.
My neighbour she keeps her house spotless
and she goes round all day at a trot
But no one would know in a fortnight
If she swept it today or did not.
The task I am at is enticing,
My neighbout is worn to a rag
I am making a quilt out of pieces
I have stowed in a pretty chintz bag
And the quilt I know my descendants
will display with great pride in their heart ...
"So lovely - my grandmother made it
An example of patience and art."
But will her grandchildren remember
her struggle with dirt and decay?
They will not ... they will wish that she had made them
A quilt like I'm making today!
Anonymous
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