“Give me your little hand & we´ll walk life´s journey together”,
Then as we left our cloud, she dropped a single white feather,
And hand in hand, down the hallway of warm & canalled birth,
We arrived together, for our adventures upon this very earth.
She was there,
Through playground capers of blood, scrapes & eyes teared,
Through the loves spurned & the one who became endeared,
As an innocent bride, she stood behind my virginal shoulder,
As mothers & grannies, together we were as strong as boulders.
With the passing of years, she always stayed my best friend,
Together since birth, with her, I never had to lie or pretend,
I greyed & got wrinkled, but she always just stayed the same,
She told me gently, “It´s merely your flesh that´s to blame”.
Then the day arrived when she said, “It’s now time to go home,
Our long journey´s now over child”, she said in the softest of tone,
“So give me your old hand now & we´ll walk this tunnel together”,
As we walked to the light, we each dropped a single white feather.