I am soft like pillows.
When I was young and firm, I stood by your side and made promises.
My hair was light from the sun
My eyes were bright like the sea
But now I am soft
Like pillows
The baby's fist knots in my hair
She hides in the caramel cascades
And flirts with you
My voice is lullabies at story times
And hard rock when I chastise
The children pile around me
Head in my lap
Another leaning against me
They play with my fingertips
And giggle their secrets
Because I am soft
Like pillows
When the children sleep, you pull me away
And lead me in a sweet, familiar dance.
Your hands like my soft curves.
Your eyes call me beautiful.
Then when slumber takes our sight
You pull me close and won't let go
Because I'm soft
Like pillows.
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Soft like Pillows
PoetryA very slow growing collection of poetry inspired by a variety of writing prompts