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.