I began writing poetry over ten years ago when I
lost my wife Mary to Alzheimer's.Afterwards I began finding
feathers here and there around the house. I soon realised
they were from a new set of cushions I had .bought .
I was thinking about this on my way to a coffee morning
at the local church one day, and as I rounded
a bend in the road there on the ground was a circle of feathers
not a cushion in sight.
Make of that what you will. To Sandra keep on trying
and always keep a pen and paper handy. You never can tell
when inspiration will strike.
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