The Ladies

by serenapotter

I saw my ladies today.

The youngest in her late 60s the oldest in her mid 90s.

Still hand quilting around the frame in the Wise Public Library on Monday afternoons.

They are my grafted roots to this place.

They remind me to keep going.

They remain my best and truest friends.

They make me laugh


reduce me to only the necessary.

It’s been six months since I have seen them

but you’d never know.

They taught me in a little less than a year

why I make

and why the marketing, wordy bits don’t matter,

but why sharing ourselves



You don’t know quilting

until you’ve watched a woman who

has been at it

for 90 years

stitch beside you.