• You burst into a thousand glistening feathers
    As your soul shot up to the sky.
    They flew all over, directed by the wind.
    Into the outstretched arms of those you left.
    There is an infinite amount of feathers.
    An infinite amount of lives you touched.
    From something as basic as a smile in a hallway
    To the complexity of helping those in need.
    The feathers range from grand to small
    But they all have something in common.
    They hold a brilliant radiance
    that cannot even be described by human tounge.
    These feathers catch your falling tears
    And tell you in an echoing voice,
    "Though physically she is gone,
    Carry me with you.
    And she will never disappear from us
    You are not alone.
    She is watching."