THE DRAB LITTLE LADY

by: Hyde Buxton Merrick

      HERE is an old lady, quiet and gray,
      Clad in drab calico, rocking away,
      Who sits inside of me!
       
      With needle and thread as she rocks to and fro,
      Her greatest delight is to silently sew
      On the patchy quilt of me!
       
      Triangles, oblongs, yellows and reds,
      Rosettes snowy white, with pink at the edge,
      She fits in the quilt of me.
       
      Astonishing polygons, every queer hue
      She puts in worn places to make them all new,
      To make a new quilt of me!
       
      So patient and tireless, day after day,
      Sitting and patching, I can oft' hear her say:
      "Here's a new quilt of thee!"
       
      But cutting she does with her shears, silver-bright.
      She stops in her rocking and flashes her light
      Down through the quilt of me!
       
      Taking the orange and purple and green
      Away on the blade, for they shouldn't be seen--
      Patches I made for me!
       
      So this little lady, quiet and gray,
      Sits endlessly matching and patching away,
      On the crumpled quilt of me!

"The Drab Little Lady" is reprinted from Poet Lore, Volume XXVII, Summer 1916, Number III.

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