I am lying on my bed of feathers
My eyes slowly close of its own volition,
It is cold, very cold,
Cold rain is hitting my tin roof gently
Thunder rumbles loudly
For an instant, daylight unseats the night
It is cold, very cold,
My fingers and toes are falling off
So I draw her closer to me
She is soft, fluffy and smells of soap
It is cold, very cold
Yet she is all that keeps me warm
Now a bright new day has come
I gently put her aside, my pillow
The cold has retreated to the outdoors
And I am set for a new day.
Dankaro Osazee
09/04/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem, Dankaro. Thanks for sharing. Peace
Thanks so much Kelly