Ode To My Bed

• Katrina Wu, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2013

White saint to save my dark under eyes
To rescue me when my head is heavy
Quilts of such softness as light as feather
Ironically quilts made from duck feathers.

Oh pillow, pillow
My temporary shoulder to cry on
When friend come over
WAR IS ON
pillow, pillow you are my chosen weapon
Forever and always,it will be you

Oh, blankets wrap me like a burrito
I hide under you blanket, making me feel safe
When darkness arrives


Oh ,how heavenly bed you are
Giving me joy every night I slip into magic
3…2…1…
No other sound is heard,
but soft breaths of reliefs.