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The feather that found me, by Britta Benson

It’s the second anniversary of my mum’s death today and on my walk, I found a beautiful black feather. I think it’s from a magpie. My mum always used to collect feathers whenever she was out and about and for a moment I thought that she might have put the feather there for me to find it, to remember her that way.

The feather that found me

I picked up a feather that found me

at the side of my path today,

something you would have done,

you never returned from a journey

without at least one,

your collection ever growing.

I picked up a feather that found me

at the side of my path today,

perhaps you put it there for me,

so that I return from my journey

with this one gentle stroke

for my collection ever growing.

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