Pieced of Shirts and Aprons

Last night sleeping, I actually got chilly and had to pull the quilt up around me. Of course we had the window fan going which might account for the feeling cold.
This morning as I was making my bed and straightening out the quilt, I looked at the design and the colors, so well planned, so well matched. It made me think of this poem I read over the weekend and almost wished I had an old quilt on my bed made of old shirts and children's dresses. Time for me to finish up this old quilt top found at Goodwill. Pieced of shirts and aprons from long ago.

Quilts

Ella Bartlett Dixon

I have made quilts by the dozen
And pieced them by the score,
Appliquéd in bright colors,
Percales fresh from Merchant Store.

But for a happy pastime
There is nothing nearer play
Than the puzzle of the quilt block
Made in pink and blue and gray.

The neighbors bring in some pieces
From shirts and aprons fine;
You sew the block together
One small stitch at a time.

The children see the quilt block
And in their roguish glee
Call out to one another,
"There's my shirt and blouse, you see."

It helps to blend together
The spirit of our street;
Makes neighbors of each other
And we're always glad to meet.

It cements the friendly feeling
When we gather in our flocks,
And all the folk are happy
When Grandma pieces blocks.