Balls

In quilting class, we’re making balls;

We cut and sew and stuff

And stitch and stuff some more until

The ball is firm enough.

 

The pieces start as pentagons

In fabrics that we choose,

So all the projects look unique

When we are sharing views.

 

I’ve made one for each grandchild,

For these quilted balls are fun,

Which I proudly showed my husband

Just as soon as they were done.

 

As I go to post this poem, though,

I do wonder, when it’s read,

If the Poet Police will change my balls

To asterisks instead.