A little feather trembles as it
catches the edge of a twirling wind.
I hear sweet whispers within,
a child's voice singing to the lost
"Mommy, Mommy, Mommy," it cries
as the wind carries it upwards.
Prayers follow its path,
tears thicken the air,
a life begun mysteriously gone.
No reason, no rhyme
still pain-drops electrify, dampen
the dream of knowing your smile
Boy or girl--it doesn't matter
You are still a lost one,
your voice a distant whisper.
A mother's heart is broken in two
and still the little feather trembles
caught in the airstreams
of a twisted and abnormal wind.
A little feather wending its way
right into the twinkle in God's Eye.