Feathers

I remember finding a feather.
She said, It’s sent straight from Heaven.
Just like an angel had dropped it
For me to put in my pocket.

Like it’s good luck, or a sign
That everything will be fine.
Designed
To Remind me
To trust in my path.

Just so I’m Clear…

I’m helping you,
But I’m in the Way?
A distraction to you?
I see how you Play.

I don’t want to be here.
It’s a favor, you See?
But-now I’m wrapped in your story.
Can’t-ya just let me Be?

If-I-don’t-respond, it’s an issue.
If you don’t respond, it’s OK.
Accountability is undoubtedly missing,
And somehow…
I’m the-one who must Pay?

Inner-child
Coming through
With man that strays from wife.

Adults are those
Who’ve grown with age;
Equipped to deal with life.