Poem of the Day:

My pillow.

My pillow.
The friend who listened when I wept,
And didn't talk back.
When I screamed into her feathery embrace,
She gently comforted my face.
And cradled my head,
As I dozed off in bed.
Let me lean against her when I needed support,
She's the only bedfellow I've got.
My pillow.

Tim'05

Choonage: Mum- The Land Between Solar Systems