• My Pillow

    My Pillow seems to be my best friend these days.
    The only one I trust to release my deepest emotions.
    The only thing that understands my utter devotion.
    When all is happy, when all is sad, when everything
    is going good, when mother makes me mad,
    I take my anger to it's face, but at the end it's still my resting place.
    It never complains or asks for anything in return.
    Late at night, when my sorrows come flowing,
    my tears up on my pillow do burn. I feel rejuvenated again and ready to go on.
    My pillow still sits upon my bed, firm and strong. The next time I need some tender loving care, I know my pillow, just like a friend, will always be there.