Folded.

I folded away my sorrows 

in that patchwork blanket

my mother made, now worn

and frayed, which you tell me 

has seen better days.

I folded away the creases

of left over swatches of cloth

used to make dresses when we were young. 

That pale pink one with the blue flowers? 

That used to be a favourite. 

I folded over the threads

coming apart, ‘good morning’

and a smiley face, embroidered 

by hands that once were quick

but now can barely rise. 

I folded away my sorrows 

in the embrace of the old blanket

falling apart but saved anyway

riddled with tears no darning

can fix. I folded. 

I folded away memories

some happy and some not so

winter nights, riding the clouds

dreams of past delights that, like me

have seen better days. 

One Comment Add yours

  1. Latika says:

    Poignant and wistful……Loved it.

    Liked by 1 person

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