Pillow
There's a pillow on my bed
that calls me every night,
It has a pillowcase
colourful and bright.
Moves me with emotions
exhaustion from the thought
Of the pillow on my bed;
body rest support.
Comfort for my neck and head
to lay upon and sleep,
Perfect plush for some hush
when fatigue does creep.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2021
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