So much heartache and pain is left behind.
You hear a voice whispering your name,
As if your loved one was here still,
You see the single white feather,
Laying upon the window sill.
You have been waiting for a sign,
Since the day on which they passed on,
And you feel at ease right now,
With confirmation their soul hasn't gone.
We all need that little inspiration in life,
When a loved one sadly dies,
Just to give us peace and comfort,
Although each day we may regularly cry.
For those of us who believe in spirit,
The world can so often feel so unkind,
For those passed over are now at peace,
But so much heartache and pain is left behind.
Written by David Boyce
30 July 2016
Copyright ©DavidBoyce2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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