Upon a Small White Feather
Somewhere, riding high
on the curl
of a single white feather
He is looking
down on you and me
and guess what,
I feel sure that he is smiling
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Author:
Neville (
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Ah those little white feathers, the tell tale evidence of a missed loved one looking down on us.
Nicely worded joyful reminder of a missed person.
Got it in one number one ... cheers n all that stuff DA 🙂
A comforting read and no doubt about it my luverly friend........x
Thank you Fay ........................................ x
Do you wish to rehabilitate the white feather, Neville?
Can't avoid the image of ladies presenting white feathers to 'cowards' during WW1.
Angels perhaps? I'll settle for that.....
I thought someone and maybe you sir might raise that particular issue .. angels do it for me .. on this page anyway, cheers DD
Yes N, smiles for everyone. ; )
Cheers AP & very muchly 🙂
You must be in a very delightful mood recently. Everything is floating. The leaf, now the feather. I am standing on the ground watching all these happening. Just brilliant.
in lieu of any formal thanks myself & me, I guess you could say I'm on a roll .......................... a lieu roll perhaps ... cheers M&M 🙂
He certainly is Neville.
Andy
I have kinda got that snap feeling coming over me my friend .. Cheers Andy 🙂
White feathers are a sign of angels . Nice poem 🙂
thank you yellowrose .. a very much appreciated visitation my friend 🙂
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