She brings me a gift
of a ravens feather,
this pale child of my heart.
Her burdens are heavier
than a blackbirds cries
but she has the strength
of wings and flight.
This beloved child of my heart,
she brings me the gift
of a ravens feather.
*** For my beautiful niece, Kathleen Rose.
I was laughing this morning – Are we the only family that brings each other gifts of nests, feathers, stones, shells, bones – even cow teeth? There may be something odd with us – but we love all the beautiful bits of nature that we find.
The Course of Our Seasons 
smiles…this is beautiful…and i love the little treasures that kids find…and we find such meaning in…kids make me fly regardless….ha…they have such spirits…
This is really very sweet..to find gifts among nature’s bounty…I used to receive flowers from a couple of my students of grade three but they’re now teenagers and think of smile as the best gift which I appreciate too…
Just a super pretty poem and idea. Thanks. k.
I haven’t received such lovely gifts as these ~ Lucky you indeed to have such a wonderful gift as a raven’s feather ~
My teen son fed the neighbors’ exotic birds this week and brought me peacock feathers!! Cool treasures from creation’s bounty…
How cool is that! and what a great son to bring you this gift – smiles – K
This is lovely!
My family does/did this too. Mom saved everything. When she got her etching press she began using it all. Very fine poem. I always thought feathers came to those who needed them.
beautiful.. 🙂 ravens feather for a poet 😉
No, you’re not alone… I often wore in my hair feathers found by my children and stones in my pockets that they would always receive a “tale” from me when given to me or I to them… from what the gifts were for and from whence they came 🙂
Your piece made me smile from ear to ear reading it and ended with a warm glow in my heart with the family practice.
oh I like so much the giving of a tale for the treasure – that is something we may need to try – thank you for your kind words – happy it had you smiling – K
This is a very sweet poem. Don’t have any little ones to share their treasures but this piece makes me look forward to it.
Thanks – she is a very sweet young woman! And really enjoyed your poem – there is always so much below the surface – K
No, my family does the same–I find it perfectly normal! I recently brought home from work both a dried-out bat and dried-out hummingbird. One of the best Nature gifts in memory was an owl pellet, complete with several rodent claws embedded in the midst that my son brought in from the backyard. Lovely words here!
Good lord, Jeff – we must be related! Right now our favorite treasure is recent find of a tiny baby tortoise that had been completed cleaned by the ants – so we have tiny skull, tail and legs in the tiny shell- really cool – smiles – K – oh and thank you for your kind words, I appreciate you dropping by 🙂
I so love this, the gift, the “burdens…heavier than a blackbird’s cries”, her “strength of wings and flight” and the love woven through each line. I love it that your family brings each other such gifts…..the very best kind!
Hurray to the kids who can see beauty in what nature has to offer. A couple of weeks ago one of my nieces gave me some daisies she had picked up on the lawn. Your poem reminded me of this.
This is beautiful really. I remember when my granddaughter gave me gifts of dandelions. Unfortunately I think she has outgrown this. A raven’s feather would be a most wonderful gift. Lucky you!