The bed, a soul-friend, true and deep,

our mind and body it does carry

through years of nights, and days so few

sharing thoughts and time only we knew!

As sun descends, we seek its grace,

to sway to sleep, or find our space.

To slip away, or try to rest,

while worries swirl within our zest.

Days simmer low, in light or shade,

of unexpected paths unmade.

For dear or near, anxieties bloom,

felt only by the patience of bed.

When sick or tired, it does its part,

to ease our pain, and soothe our heart.

Be it good or bad, the day’s long turn,

the bed is there, its care to learn.

The dawn arrives, a gentle hue,

awakening many days for us.

Some mornings cling, we wish to stay,

some nights demand we go away.

Wake up to news, both joy and dread,

known only by this silent bed.

Our deepest dreams, within its hold,

where stories of our life unfold.

It sees we cry, it hears our glee,

A kiss, a shout, for all to see.

With tender caress, a bond so strong,

like life’s own breath, where you belong.