"We need to sew a quilt", the Relief Society President said.
"Can you help us?" I quickly agreed and nodded my head.
I planned and schemed and came up with ways
To involve many sisters and not many days.
A rag quilt would be the ideal thing to do
It's simple and charming and would involve quite a few.
Donations were gathered, the squares were all cut,
Kits were passed out, no time to sit in a rut.
The sisters stitched busily then passed their kits back.
I sewed the rows as they came in a stack.
We met together on Relief Society night
And snipped all the rows. It was a beautiful sight.
And then came the finale, time for a wash,
To fray all the edges. It would look posh.
My excitement grew as I opened the washer
Then faded quickly when I saw the disaster.
All of the squares had turned very pink
The red on the back bled to every sewn link.
Panic flooded my mind, my brain was sent reeling
This was to be displayed and shown with great feeling.
I washed and I washed with color safe bleach,
Wisk, All and lemon juice--anything within reach.
Nothing would help, the color didn't budge
It stayed sickly pink, slightly better than sludge.
I finally gave up and threw it in the dryer
Folded it nicely and made up a flyer.
I drove it to Melody who would set up the display
And left it with resignation, hoping she could save the day.
My mom and my sisters all went to the church
Partook of the dinner and set on a search.
We found our poor quilt, the "Field of Seams".
Here is how it looked despite all my dreams.

It has personality, it should keep one warm
Despite all its flaws, it still has good form.

May those who receive know it was made with love
With a desire to serve Him up above.