LULLABY
As spoons in a drawer
She has her pillow sleep
And when her head falls
From burdens deep
It’s her pillow she finds
Beneath, it drinks the
Depression that pours
From her eyes, caressing
Her cheeks its cotton
Comforts her until she is
No longer weak—
All night she is with her pillow
In serene simplicity
Her pillow she wishes you to be....
written 1998
