Pillow Talk
written by: Phyllis P. Colucci
Now I lay me down to sleep…
With plumped up pillow and silent weep
Those days are gone when Plush Bear was there
When I heard Mama’s voice and saw her loving stare
Still evil ghosts dance in my head
And childhood monsters hide ‘neath my bed
They yearn to come out and play with me
But I’m all grown up, yet they still roam free
I keep the night light on ‘til morn
Like Mama did since the day I was born
Imaginary friends who used to visit
Have moved on to homes, more exquisite
I still hide under soft woolen covers
Meant for children, and now grieving lovers
The darkness falls like a wicked cloud
Time to say my prayers loud and proud
Hard to close my eyes when my heart is sad
And that echo of dead silence drives me mad
Now I lay me down to sleep…
With plumped up pillow and silent weep
Paintings of unicorns hang from my wall
Smiling clowns too, who seem to soften my fall
My fall into slumber, to the unknown
Where dreams bring “Smiles,” or “Chills” to the bone
I sink my head deeper into the fluff of my pillow
I hear sobs and wails from the Weeping Willow
Her wispy branches and tender leaves
Tap at my window as she stoically grieves
Grieves for her lover who has died last year
Amongst the brush and trees she loved so dear
I grieve with her each lonely night
I too know that loss; our solemn plight
We have now become nocturnal friends
Perhaps for comfort through nature’s lens
I am so thankful for our special bond
With a smile on my lips, I have grown quite fond
So now I lay me down to sleep…
With plumped up pillow and silent weep
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