Dad Sent Me a Feather

A feather found me today—

not by chance but by love.

It drifted through the hush of morning air,

a soft whisper from the stars.

I watched it dance, weightless,

like his laughter used to—

full of color, of life,

of stories told with a twinkle in his eye.

He sent it, I know.

From whatever corner of the cosmos he now calls home,

he tucked a message into its delicate spine—

I’m still here. I’m still with you.

And in that quiet moment,

as it came to rest at my feet,

my grief softened.

The sky opened.

And my soul remembered how to breathe.