She said,
“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.
She stayed,
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”.
She said,
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.
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