If I could only be the thread selected
Expelling all doubt, be the chosen one
To hold all intricate pieces together
Forever beyond all setting suns

I come from a long and colorful collection
When spooling around my family connection
The quilter could use my handsome reflection
Stitching breath taking beauty in every direction

I’d follow the footprints of quilter’s needle
He’d lead me to and fro
And through his nimble flexibility
He’d show me where to sew
And finally
My tiny steps nearly bumping perfection
As through each piece I’d rise and fall
I’d be the major show in the masterpiece
a quilter so proudly hangs up on the wall!