Here are the first two quilts I did for Mother's Day for my mom and Gram.
The poem reads:
My Hands
These little hands can wave Hello
Or put smudges on the wall
They can fold in prayer, throw a kiss
Or reach up so very tall
They'll clasp your hand for a little stroll
Or shape a ball from clay
But most of all, they'll stay with you
When I'm grown up and far away
