If I could only be the quilter’s needle
I think therein lies my niche
The quilter’s glowing love
Would flow through me with each stitch

She’d gently push old thimble
To help me drive my point
And together we’d sew together carefully
Each perfect looking joint

Her tender fingers caressingly
would support some skills I lack
I can’t see where I’m going
‘cause, my eye is in the back
And finally
Savoring the beauty of our masterpiece
I’d be tempted to shout with glee
It could never have been possible
Without both her and me!