Let Me Be Your Bed Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki

Let me be your pillow.
Let my lap provide a place
For your head to rest
When the world becomes too hard to face.

Let my body be your bed.
Let the warmth of my presence
And the softness of my form
Be your sanctuary when the world has worn you down.

Let me be your home.
Let my laughter and my counsel
Create an atmosphere of security
When the world feels like your enemy.

Let me be your village.
Let our children become our world
When the rest of humanity
Seems like an endless stream of cacophony.

Let me be your country.
Let our language and our customs
Become a comfort to return to
After a day spent away in the world of strangers.

Let me be a private place
That you hold in your soul
As a talisman against all who would have you be
Something less than your are or more than you feel
You need to be to satisfy yourself.