Love is a feather

A father never leaves us…
A presence
A promise

My father used to say
Give people a feather
And they fly…

And since he left us
Small feathers all around
In all shapes

And white
So white
And luminescent

And tears on my cheeks
And feathers like wings
Carrying me

My father
So long gone
And yet, so present

A white luminescent feather
A white luminescent feather

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