Into the room I went
And there it was
Laying on the floor,
A white feather
Left for me.
I knew she was there,
My Angel was there
And always will be.
My Angel of life
Is always there,
Always there for me.
- Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 8th, 2024 01:17
- Comment from author about the poem: Whenever I see a white feather indoors I have no idea from where it came so it must have come from My Angel of Life.
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 56
Comments8
A fine write Gold.
Meanwhile - feathers fell to the ground, when my wings broke as I tried to be 'The Birdman'! lol.
Thank you Orchi.
I bet they weren't white feathers though. LOL
Andy
Those white feathers have such a spiritual meaning to some of us. They are a gift from heaven. Lovely words Andy and thank you for Nat King Cole. Have a beautiful Sunday.
So very true Cassie, thank you for your kind words.
Andy
And just like that she is... ❤️
So true Teddy, thank you.
Andy
A warm and endearing thought nicely put Andy.
Very much appreciated soren, thank you.
Andy
'Or it's telling you to charge forth and do something really adventurous ....answers on a postcard (to Andy - not me; perish the thought!)😂🤣
I have enough adventures in life Dave, after all I got up this morning. LOL.
Andy
Definitely not a coward then?😂
A wonderful thought that of course came from you. Keep smiling.
Thank you Phil,.
I always do smile at people - it confuses them.🤣
Andy
Amen! 🙏
A wonderful poem
really touching too! 👍
Everyone has their
own special angel, 😇
great read thank you!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
Much appreciated Thad, thank you.
Andy
Love this. Thanks a lot for sharing. A fine write.
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