Bed

As a kid
Bed Meant
Sleep but as
A grown-up bed
Meant more than
Just sleep it meant
Intimate talks moments
Of shared delights reading
Late into the night books too
Heavy to lug around I used paper
Backs for eating out or various
Locations car to throne some
Book walking or just kept
Near but in bed was the
Best place to read my
Head on my folded
Pillow light over
My right side
Shoulder
But I miss
The company
On my left asking
Me if I’m going to read
Much longer promising her to
Stop at the end of the paragraph
Though most times their sleep
Mask let me read for hours
In bed until the sandman
Closed my eyes to find
A dream flying if any
Luck dreams that
Faded so fast if
I did not jot
Down an
Idea on
A pad
By
The bed.
So many dear
Memories shared
I cherish still related
To bed child to old man
Writing this poem from bed.