I loved that soft pillow's

Safe cradle for my head

Nothing could hurt me

Protected from dread

 

After my parents died

Auntie took on my care

Left behind my pillow

More than I could bear

 

Never forgot that pillow

Not ever to be replaced

One of the traumas my

Troubled life has faced

 

Each of my later pillows

Joined a joyless queue

Until I shared your divan

And fell in love with you

 

I told you of that pillow

My story made you cry

You said I'd be safe with

You to the very day I die

 

You sewed a silk handle

It's to a pillow stitched

I cling to it nights, now

I'm never to be ditched

 

My pillow's over your face

Something that you said,

I'm not a silly big baby,

The handle's turning red