Among your things a Mother's Day card
a genuine white feather adorns the front
I gave it to you a few years before.
In the corner is your chair, thoughts of
you enter my mind, a slight scent of
roses fills the air, it is time.
I gather the outfit you will wear, and
fold each piece with tender care, before
I leave I touch your chair.
My hand trembles as I ring the bell.
I glance down and through the blur
of my tears a pure white feather lies
at my feet, a sign from you, the
feather I'll keep.
I had a dream you came to me one
night and kissed my cheek ever so
lightly. The next day as I walked the beach
a small white feather grazed my cheek
as it floated down it landed at my feet.
It's been eight years since your passing,
like whispers on the wind you send
me white feathers now and again a
sign of love everlasting.
I glance at my reflection in the
mirror, you take me by surprise
it's like you are looking out of my eyes.
I resemble you they say. Missing you
on Mother's Day.
MARY L. FAVAZZA
Gloucester
