My Bed Poem by Debra Trayer

A place to relax and sleep,
Safe and secure, warm and deep.
Soft pillows and a heating pad,
To fall asleep I'm gratefully glad.

To dream in my bed at night,
Of things and places that are out of sight.
When I wake up in the morning
My husband said, 'You were snoring.'

I rise to slowly crawl out of my bed.
Then I think I'd rather be 'in' instead.
But I happily know when nighttime falls,
My peaceful bed is waiting inside my bedroom walls.