Day Twenty-Four: 24th April 2014

I dreamt I was Jo
And began to sew,
Craft, create and knit,
I wished I was there in another time,
Living the life that was writ.

Never have felt quite right in this world,
It moves too fast, unravelled, unfurled,
Been told I was born out of time and so
I drifted away and dreamt I was Jo.

I fashioned some slippers, a woollen bonnet,
Placed much meaning and love upon it.
Not at all practical,
Scarcely factual,
I dreamt a world and began to sew,
You were ever so real to me Jo.

(And still are so)