Changing Cover, Unchanging Pillow
By Sarah N
Covers changing constantly,
Just like the leaves on trees.
Winters pass and spring arrives - yet it stays the same.
Without a doubt its presence is
What helps me through the night
The nightmares and the tremors
Don’t come with it right by
Just like a guardian angel it protects me from all fear,
Just like in a mother’s embrace, the worries disappear
Just like the sun’s rays, I receive its warming comfort.
But none of these it is, and yet it is all three!
For my pillow
is what it is.
To you it might seem cheap, not special in any way.
But to me it is what I treasure
much more than any other thing.
