My Pillow

My pillow is life. Warm and plump.
I would lie on it whenever I was in
a slump. It was nice and comfy as a pillow
should be. But it wasn't made from cotton
or some other fake thing.
My pillow is sweet, but not in taste.
It will be there for me with no
time to waste. I am all my pillow
has, its only seed. I am my pillows
offspring, yes indeed!
My pillow raised me all by itself, and it
always kept me in good health. My pillow
gave birth to me, which may seem quite odd.
But on the other hand it's not, my pillow is my mom.