In Moose Jaw’s heart, where patterns entwine, Heather and Arlyce spent two decades’ time, With quilting awash in a rainbow's thread, A haven of warmth where creativity spread. June marks the end of a storied affair, As fabric unrolls with meticulous care, The counting of spools, of buttons, and books, Each shelf a mosaic of fond, loving looks. Customers gathered, threads woven with laughter, Together they pieced memories to treasure after. From mornings at Eaton’s, to cottons well-sliced, Every yard held stories, every scrap precise. Adrienne's hands guided visions to light, While Cathy’s errors brought giggles so bright. Lesli’s swift fingers rolled remnants with grace, And Connie ensured balance, held finance in place. A heartfelt farewell as the door closes tight, With gratitude sewn in this crisp June night. The road ahead whispers of journeys untold, For Heather and Arlyce, new tales to unfold. Through laughter and tears, the stitches remain, A community’s love in each patch and each grain. In the quilt of their lives, a chapter now ends, Yet forever the fabric of their hearts transcends.