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A CRAZY QUILT They do not make them any more, For quilts are cheaper at the store Than woman's labour, though a wife Men think, the cheapest thing in life But now and then a quilt is spread Upon a quaint old walnut bed A crazy quilt of those old days That I am old enough to praise Some women sewed these points and squares Into a pattern like life's cares; Here is a velvet that was strong The poplin that she wore so long A fragment from her daughter's dress Like her, a vanished loveliness; Old patches of such things as these, Old garments and old memories. And what is life? crazy quilt; Sorrow and joy, and grace and guilt. With here and there a square of blue For some old happiness we knew; And so the hand of time will take