I soak up the tears so your pillow won’t get wet. Every night you say you won’t fall asleep; you always do. Because I’m here to restore some of the comfort the muffled voices drifting up from downstairs have taken from you.
I don’t understand the words. I don’t need to. I know they make you scared and my job is to make you feel safe and secure. The louder they shout, the more you need me.
You rescued me when they wanted to throw me out. I may look old and threadbare, but you know what I’m capable of.
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So precious! I don’t think I had any idea what being a parent was all about before that first “Day 1.” Beautiful sentiment!
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Thanks, Amy 🙂
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Great post! Full of so much emotion; I teared up while reading it.
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Thanks, Kay 🙂
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Wonderful poem! 🙂
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Thanks Jessie 🙂
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I know that feeling of holding back tears to keep pillows from getting wet. This is so raw and so on point.
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Thank you!
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I read this as an ode from a wise teddy bear. It is funy how others read a different story from the same words. A simple truthful poem no matter which wat you read it.
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I wrote it coming from an old blanket the kid had long outgrown, so you’re not far off. Thank you for reading 😊
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Oh my, I’m full-on crying, almost too much to write this comment! It is amazing how everyone’s seeing something slightly different in these few poignant words — I read it as the old family dog or cat, actually. Beautiful!!!
Jamie Lyn Weigt | Writing Dragons Blog
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Oh, yes, a dog or cat would be a good one – that would give a whole new meaning to the ‘throwing me out’ line… Thanks for letting me know your reading; it’s fascinating to see all the different interpretations!
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So precious!
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