A Sign
He was here again
His presence filled the room
There’s no mistaking that perfume
He’s always here
Inside my head and in my heart
Good memories for the greater part
He’s always here
Though when I try to think of him
I’m sad because the image starts to dim
He was here again
A single feather floated down
A sign to say “smile, do not frown”
He was here.
©Marian Barker
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