Feather On My Pillow Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

THE FEATHER ON MY PILLOW

I saw a feather on my pillow
It was of the purest white.
I thought it was a fanciful dream
Of Angels wings in flight.

Then on my window sill so dim
I saw this Angel's dust.
A sparkling golden glitter there
And believing was a must.

So when I went to bed that night,
I feigned I was asleep,
And soon I saw an Angel there
My safety for to keep.

She watched me as I lay there
As Mother's Love glowed bright.
I'd never seen such grandeur
Never seen such a glorious sight.

She sang those songs so beautiful
Such sweet sounds on my ear,
And soon I fell asleep again
In her arms without a fear.

And when I awoke in morning
The sweetest thing I'd see,
A feather on my pillow
That she'd left there just for me.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt

2-27-07
By Ms. Caroline


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