My Precious Object

this was just a school thing that we r doing for the end of the year, and I did my poem on my baby pillow! (5.21.09)

 

My most precious object,

Red with white lining

Small yet comforting,

It slowly rocks me to sleep at night;

Without it,

I would not rest

My protector,

My sanity line,

My listener,

Of the words unspoken;

There for me late at night when the house is still

And silent,

There for me when I need it most at the most darkest of times,

Takes my tears away when I cry,

Soothes me,

Relaxs me,

Childish it may be,

But even the best of us have our childish moments,

It may be just a pillow to you,

But

I love this precious treasure of mine.