• Tony Frobisher

You Became The Bird

You Became The Bird


And when the light

Began to fade


In sunset's silence,

I felt your touch.


Fingertips became

Feather tips and your


Breath turned to

A gentle breeze.


And you passed

Into air, lifted


On a wing

And a prayer.


I watched you

Ascend, borne by


Heaven currents on

Soft wing, gentle


Beating, replacing

Your resting heart.




I wrote this poem with tears in my eyes. Remembering my daughter Milla and the day she ascended on soft wing, borne Heaven wards.


Why does life become so infused with grief? Some days the pain and heartache become so overwhelming. Thank you for your kindness. It always helps.


God bless you Milla.

Love you always. xxxxxx .

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