Time Marches On
Eye catching patterns in colourful squares
Were carefully stitched by gifted old hands
Commissioned for years to sew her fine quilts,
Her quilting designs were sought through the lands
Each blanket exquisite and full of old charm
All labours of love made at home on her farm
But time marches on and her eyes had grown tired
And at ninety four years she is now long retired
Copyright © Anne E Sangster - K | Year Posted 2021
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