My pillow knows
The pain of losing a grandmother
The pain of losing a mother.
My pillow knows
The pain of moving to a new home
In search of a loving family.
My pillow knows
The demons running through your mind
When the anger cannot be controlled .
My pillow knows
The hurt when others call you a name
As the others laugh and point.
My pillow knows
The loneliness of standing alone on the playground
While others play and frolic around you.
My pillow knows
The humiliation you feel day in and day out
When your schoolwork is overwhelming.
My pillow knows
The ache of rumbling hunger in your stomach
As you watch others around you eat.
My pillow knows the fear
When the fading light brings dreaded darkness
And only streetlight shadows are with you.
My pillow knows
The absence of a soft caring hand to hold
As you cross the busy noisy street.
One day I hope to open my pillow.
No longer see your pain.
No longer see your fear.
No longer see your loneliness.
That is my hope for you.
That is my hope for me.
That these will be replaced with
Kindness, light, food, friends, and loving family.