The Falling Feather

Walking up to see you on Sunday was hard, we were all sad

No one really knew what to say and no one really knew what to do for the best.

We have always gone along the back path to your garden

But today I made sure that we went through the main entrance

It was a different way for us but I was worried people would fall in the boggy ground the other way

It has got very muddy and wet and I didn’t want your brother falling.

As we were walking up to you the sun was for once shining

And Baba shouted “a feather”

We all stood and watched

This lonely feather from no where

Fell from the sky

Circling as it was falling

Slowly spinning down to the ground

Landing right in front of Baba

Baba was so excited he has a thing about feathers

I looked into the sky and couldn’t see a thing

People always say that you know when someone is with you

And I have never really believed them I have always been a little bit cynical about it all

But Sunday I knew that you were there

Letting us know that we were all together

No one will know how important that feather was to me that day

It made me smile a tiny small smile on an otherwise really upsetting day