Francine Roberts Poet Rhyme

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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Lucilla Carrillo March 28, 2014 at 11:36 AM This is a beautiful sad poem that touches the heart. Our time here is not forever, but once we go - it is nice that family and friends will remember us. May she R. I. P. Thanks for sharing... Lucilla

Robert Pettit March 20, 2014 at 1:34 PM You have described a very sad episode in your family's lives with your usual pervasively good style with good rhyming.

Andrea Dietrich March 19, 2014 at 11:21 PM this is so sad, Francine and I just read below that is based on a true story. so sorry for your family and their loss.

Robert Johnson March 19, 2014 at 8:58 AM Dear Francine, this sounds like it's a truth in your life and my heart aches for you. I wish you all of God's love and grace to carry you through your day's. Such a sad beautiful write. Peace. :) Francine Roberts March 19, 2014 at 9:56 AM yes Robert , unfortunately very true, her brother saw the feather last month and thought of how she would have loved it so he bought it on her birthday, and then handed it to me, I've been wearing "he birthday present" ever since.