The Feather

A man lost his wife with the plague at its worst

She died in the night while she slept

Everything was burned the very next morning

Except for the feather that he kept

The feather was found on the bed where she lay

Lost from her down pillow's tear

They told him the feather had come from a goose

But he knew that an angel was there

He carried that feather all through the town

Showing it to anyone who'd look

He'd tell them the story about the angel who came

And his wife was the one that they took

Again, they told him that it came from a goose

But it was something he wouldn't believe

So they finally decided they'd leave him alone

For they thought that he needed to grieve

He carried that feather for the rest of his life

'Til one day they found the man dead

He died in his sleep with the feather in his hand

With another one found on his bed

Reviews

[Dean Kuch®]

The ending was both brlliant and touching. Fantastic!

[just is]

Oh how gut wrenching and sad.
So powerful and well written.
You do have an amazing talent, keep writing always.