I found this little poem while sorting my mother's papers recently.  May it bring you a bit of joy, like it did for me -- Doris (webmistress)

She learned to quilt on Monday.
Her stitches were very fine.
She forgot to thaw out dinner,
so we went out to dine.

She quilted miniatures Tuesday.
She said they are a must.
They really were quite lovely,
but she forgot to dust

On Wednesday it was a sampler.
She says the stippling's fun.
What highlights! Oh, what shadows!
But the laundry wasn't done.

Her charm quilt was on Thursday.
Green, blue, and red.
I guess she really was engrossed.
She never made the bed.

It was wall hangings on Friday,
in colors she adores.
But she never seemed to notice
the crumbs on all the floors.

I found a maid on Saturday!
My week is now complete.
My wife can quilt the hours away;
The house will still be neat.

Well, it's already Sunday.
I think I'm about to wilt.
I cursed, I raved, I ranted.
The MAID has learned to QUILT!!!