Her Birthday Present
On her birthday he bought her a feather,
a dainty silver charm.
He knew it was the perfect gift
to adorn a neck or an arm.
He took it home with heavy heart,
overwhelmed by sadness and grief
He brought it here and gave it to me.
His possession of it ... brief.
She can't wear the silver feather
for she's with the angels above.
I wear it for her ... over my heart ...
for she's someone we both lost and loved.
We miss you Brenda, so very much.
We weren't ready for you to go away.
I'll wear your feather with love and remembrance;
his gift for your birthday.
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