As my soul yearns for a restful evening,
all I could ponder upon was my little friend;
who daily massages my wearied neck
and forms a cuddle putting me in check.
The softening soothing template
I hope to lie upon
earnestly seek my comfort
after a tiring day.
The burden of my weight
was carried by my little friend.
Though I twist like figure eight,
yet my little friend is prepared for my every bend.
Pillow, a friend in deed.
Who knows my soothing need.
Never complaining or frowning,
I’ve got a friend that deserve a crowning.