A reflective poem, with metaphors and feathers.
When I was a child I found a feather.
I picked it up and tossed it into the wind,
Following wide-eyed, wherever it took me.
When I was a girl of 16 I found a feather.
I picked it up, marveling its beauty,
And wove it into my hair.
When I was a mother my child found a feather.
She picked it up, I wanted her to put it down,
Instead, I taught her to fly.
When my nest was empty I found a feather.
I picked it up and tossed it into the wind,
And watched it fall peacefully to the ground.
When I was an old woman I found a feather.
I picked it up and tossed it into the wind,
With it, I flew with the angels back to God.
— Lahle Wolfe
