Got this from one of them in my Project Linus group, and thought others might enjoy it. She said it was read at the conclusion of her aunt's funeral, and her aunt had been a long time quilter and quilt teacher. Hope others enjoy it.
Nancy
My neighbor is washing her windows,
And scrubbing and mopping her floors,
But my house is all topsy and turvy,
And dust is behind all the doors.
My neighbor, she keeps her house spotless,
And goes all day at a trot,
But no-one will know in a fortnight
If she swept today or not.
The task I am at is enticing,
My neighbor is worn to a rag,
I'm making a quilt out of pieces,
I saved in a pretty chintz bag.
And the quilt, I know my descendants
Will exhibit with credit to me -
" So lovely- my grandmother made it
Long ago, in 1933."
But will her grandchildren remember
Her struggles with dirt and decay?
They will not - they will wish she had made them
The quilt I am making today.
Author Unknown