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~The Feather~
She was but a small child,
to young to feel such sorrow.
Alone and scared, she wept.
She could see no tomorrow's.
She wanted her mommy, she stood silent.
Staring at the grave.
A mothers words I'll always be with you.
Now you must be brave.
A fathers assuring words of love,
fell upon a broken heart.
We can do it, said a father.
You and I being together is a good start.
Silent tears late at night.
A child can not sleep.
A soft light filled the room.
A mother looks upon the child that weeps.
A gentle touch made is love.
Dries the tears that fall.
She sees an angel,
so beautiful and tall.
Rubbing tears from her cheeks,
she ask's mommy is that you?
The angel smiled and nodded,
I heard tears and found you.
Sorry I'm trying to be brave.
But my heart is broken.
A mother love tells her child true.
Gentle words spoken.
A feather of pure white,
is laid in a box of gold.
A treasure from so long ago.
Never to be touched, never to be sold.
A young lady weeps,
to young to be left all alone.
A fathers words,
look in your heart you'll find me.
I'll always be there.
A fathers love is undying,
when you need me, I'll be there.
With tear stained eyes.
She dusted off the box of gold.
Mother, father has come to you.
She said opening the box of gold.
Tears started falling,
now with in the box laid two feathers.
A warmth of love,
spread through her heart.
To stay there no matter the weather.
Daddy had made it home.
He was, with the woman he loved.
A woman weds, knowing that she is truly loved.
Tears of joy fall as a son is born.
On a cold December morn.
Tears of sadness fall,
to young to be a widow.
To young to mourn.
An empty coffin is laid to rest.
A soldiers remains could not be found.
A baby cries for his mother.
Heavens blessings in its sound.
We will all live on.
Said a mothers love.
Life's blessings bestowed.
The image of his father a young son grows.
She sat there, holding the box of gold.
A son listens, as the story is told.
What lays with in this box of gold.
Can never be touched or sold.
They are feathers, feathers of love.
Pure and white as any dove's.
A son looks to see three feathers spread wide.
Looks like angel wings he cried.
In our life we make the wings we wear in heaven.
Some are magical, just like these.
They are made in heaven.
Left behind to heal a broken heart.
This one is to fill love in a heart.
This one is for the lost of a soul mate.
It's love will never die or be replaced.
This feather, that heals was my mothers.
This one,
that filled a lonely heart with love,
is my fathers.
This one of the soul mate,
is your father's.
He waits for me, In heaven above.
There in his heart he holds our love.
As much as I hate to leave you,
I must go when heaven call's.
The choice is never ours.
It's when I'm needed that I must go.
God sends his call.
The day a feather appear's,
it's then you'll know I made it home.
Never feel sad for a lost.
Thank God for bringing us home.
Where one day we will all meet.
There we will walk upon golden streets.
If sadness should consume you one day.
Remember every thing I say.
Open the box of gold,
we are all here for you forever.
A young man weds vowing love forever.
On a beautiful summer morn.
A daughter is born.
On a golden fall day a young man cries,
to young to mourn.
Feeling a great lost he opens a box of gold.
There laid a new feather all formed.
A smile upon his face he went to his family
and said we will make it.
Jesus has us in his arms,
angel wings cover us like a blanket.
An old man shows a young woman a box of gold.
He tells the story as he was told.
Copyright © 2003
Used with permission.
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