Pillows

Today I worry about pillows
lugged through life by my children.
My children
Who wander the world,
each with their pillow
tucked beneath an arm.
Remember how I cradled
their sweet and sweaty heads
when they woke from naps?
Naps in clean soft beds I made.
I remember. Them? No, they are
Busy
balancing those pillows
while they walk
Busy
ignoring the hovering
worrier who watches to see
where their pillows rest tonight.