She was with me,
My angel was with me,
The feather she left behind
Was laying there on the settee.
It was not there earlier,
But when I went in the lounge
Only a few minutes later,
It was there,
Left there by my angel.
Always looking down on me,
And now had been so close,
But left a memory.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 9th, 2021 02:23
- Comment from author about the poem: This is true, I walked through my lounge and there was nothing on the settee, I walked back a couple of minutes later and this feather was there.
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet, spilleronsheet
Comments9
I’ve had this experience , too )
Sat on the settee and I looked down at my jumper , a white little feather was on me . I’m sure it was an Angel
They are such a loving presence
They surely are yellowrose.
Andy
Angels are so real 🙂
A sensitive write Gold.
Thank you Orchi.
When you know you know... - Thank you Andy. It's a nice one.
You surely do Garth, thank you.
Andy
through your poetry, I get to borrow
your perspective of life
even, if just for short while
a rare gift, I shall always cherish..
thanks for sharing Andy
My absolute pleasure Mek, thank you.
Andy
Like the idea of a loved one saying hello for a brief moment.
So do I Paul, so do I.
Andy
I hope you are behaving yourself then! Could be a reward for doing some of the unpopular household tasks.
Really rewarding and reassuring.
Your talking about me doing the ironing again d a, aren't you!
Thank you for you kind words.
Andy
Smiles 😊😊
Thank you AP, the smile was hiding the tears.
Andy
The angels are watching over
I hope all will be alright
I am sure all will be good
They certainly are spilleronsheet.
Yes all will be good.
Andy
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