I’m ready for my close up…

I was going to post about the craft stall, tell some homey tales, try to raise a smile, a glow. But to be honest this blog has never been softly softly. The Parkinson’s I live with can’t be driven away in a flurry of polka dots. Believe me, I know. So I’ll give you the…

Needled

Threads are fine and thin Strands to stitch us together To knit To join They can dwindle and fray Tension Taut Torn Snap There’s often no warning It just happens Like that Like this And here we are Looking at the edges At what could have been What might have been ripped away Cliches are…