Oh my trusty pillow!
You are truly my best friend.
You are more reliable
than any popular trend.
You let me hold you however I want to.
You let me slobber all over your surface.
You don’t judge me when I have bad breath.
You calm me when I am nervous.
Pillow, you’re so damn comfortable!
You’re my hero, a champion cushion.
Your softness can even rival
the silky softness of a woman’s bosom.
And if I ever say something stupid
I can hide my face within you.
Pillow, you’re my psychic band-aid
whenever I make a boo-boo.
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Poem on Your Pillow Day (earliest Tuesday in May)
reminds me of these thoughts that I’m sharing today.
This poem Featherstone: An Anthem to My Pillow was (years ago) in a Milpitas Post issue.
The memory of my poem still does continue.