ONCE UPON MY PILLOW



'Where is Our Willow Tree?'  by  Trish

Once I had two little birds,
resting on my pillow,
guarding them ever so faithfully
a tree called Curly Willow.

They were not, really there of course,

Not in the eyes of the world,

But they were as real as anything,

To me as a little girl.

But then came the day as I feared it would,
When my  friends and Weeping Willow
Were no longer there, though I looked and looked,
But imagine them,  I no longer could.

Tushie