My improvised pillow

My improvised pillow   

In  times of my gathered leisure ,

for   a  liking  for improvisation

a  puffed up pillow or duvet or small bed,

For clothes cotton  and   silk  and

Old   ragged  and  worn out,

Some  meant for  cold winter  and

Some can be pulled out for scorching

Summer, I sit, draw meticulous     plan

For  making a   pillow;  call it  at your

Will   a   waste of time or   mad pursuit

Of greed  or  miserly deed.

Those  lean  days of  agony  and 

Penury  I don’t forget , forget  not  the

Past is  my forte  and  motto ingrained

In my blood. This  bed   or pillow,

Duvet  or linen bed for children

Or  for  your swollen feet   a

Comforting  raised  care – whatever

You term it, is  my  useful hour of

Splendid  improvisation of  my clothes.