Cher petit oreiller

CHER petit oreiller, doux et chaud sous ma tête,
Plein de plume choisie et blanc! et fait pour moi!
Quand on a peur du vent, des loups, de la tempête,
Cher petit oreiller, que je dors bien sur toi.
Marceline Desbordes-Valmore (1786–†1859)

This was a poem that my father taught me when I was a young child.  So became one of my favourite poems.

Many thanks to Sk for hosting Mono Monday- favourite poem.

(Dear little pillow, soft and warm beneath my head.
Full of feathers, chosen and white and made for me.
When you are scared of the wind, the wolves and the storm,
Dear little pillow, how well I sleep on you! )