Quilt Magic, A Poem

I wonder, Do you know I am outside of the shop?
Taunting and teasing until I must stop.

Cautiously at first, I open the door;
then I smile, as my gaze drifts over the store.

Fabric, and more fabric. Such a pleasant surprise!
Do you see the same twinkle in everyones’ eyes?

Fabric in bundles, fabric on racks.
Fabric on bolts and fabric with tacks.

Colors so vibrant in yellows, blues, greens
Polka-dots, stripes and orange jelly beans.

I have lots of fabric at home, It is true!
But I’m sure I don’t have THIS shade of blue.

This fabric is lovely! It will play just the part
In the quilt I’ve decided, today I will start.

2 yards or 4 yards? Running out would just stink
And you know, you can never have enough pink.

And look over there at that fat quarter pack
Oh, how did that ever get in my sack?

Batiks how they call me, the colors extensive
12 dollars per yard. That’s not SO expensive.

Look at that rack. That fabric, it’s new?!
Hmmm. Do my kids really need shoes?

Okay, I’ll stop now. At least for this trip…
Maybe, just maybe, one more fabric strip.

I leave with my bag overflowing with the fabric,
Happy and under the spell of Quilt Magic