So it’s finally here – the promised quilt
The one that had me riddled with guilt
Such a fine plan for your graduation
Then 13 years of procrastination
It was moved from one place to another
By your ‘not getting any younger’ mother.
Now tired I am of your bitter complaints
Your mocking – your scolding – you feeble attempts
Of ‘laying it on’ as guilt follows blame
In your painful ‘who is Mom’s favorite’ game
Then I realized you would turn 30 this year
Good gracious, when did this happen, my dear?
For to live my golden years guilt-free
I began to realize that this was a key
And I knew it was time to end the charade
In the past few months my plan were laid
Before I grow too weak and feeble
With eyes too dim to thread the needle
And hands too stiff to man the machine
I began to carefully work every seam
And so I’ve been busy – I’ve pieced and I’ve pressed
Cut and calculated like a woman possessed.
Spent over one hundred hours you know
‘Til the finished product I have to show
For you, Amanda, my favorite firstborn
Enjoy this quilt even when faded and worn
So the memories that over your life you’ve built
Will be missing the saga of ‘guilt of the quilt.’
Written August 2009
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