The Quilter
Our Days On Earth Are Numbered From The Day We're Born
From Lives Often Tattered And Torn.
So We Piece Our Lives One Stitch At A Time.
Like The Verse Of A Sonnet Or Nursery Rhyme
Back To A Time When We Were A Child
So Care Free And Running Wild
But The Days They Blow Away Like The Desert Sand
One Day I Was A Child And Now I'm A Man
Mother I Wish, I Could Have Been All You Wanted Me To Be
I've Never Said, Thanks For All You've Done For Me
Now That I'm Older, I Can See The Sacrifice That You Gave
That You've Loved Me From My Cradle To Your Grave
What You Did Teach Me To Pass To My Own.
They've Left Me So Quickly And Now They've Grown
So I Hope, Their Lives Can Be A Happy One
Mother I Love You, The Quilters Son
Thanks
Mom
chris k
