Stitch This

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.