Today I folded paper and
My son dictated the design.
He chose my folds, the way I turned
The paper, here then there.
I find the folding soothes the soul
I love to concentrate
To focus is to forget – i find
It helps me lose the thread.
I like to let my mind unwind
And fold until it’s done.
Yet, if I hadn’t joined this club
I wouldn’t even know.
Just think, without this illness
I would not have had time to fold
I wouldn’t take my Boys to school
I’d be late home
An absent mum
And so to conclude I say
My brain while raddled understands
That illness brings both good and bad
And we can choose to some extent
The kind of life we had.