The key

Just when i thought
you were gone for good
you gave me a sign
that no-one else could

just a simple thing
most people would keep at rest
but now i hold it tight
up against my chest

for it is the key
i hold to my heart
its the key Ive been looking for
rite from the start

the key for me to no
that you are still here
the key that allows me
to still hold you dear

--- this "key" is actually i white feather, its a family thing u see after my father died hes been sending us signs in the form of a white feather. when my brother stood in the same spot he did In a picture all of a sudden a white feather came down, when his mother and sister were talking about him a white feather came down, and when we let a balloon go 1 year after his birthday i white feather came down. and i finally found my own white feather on my bus after Ive been thinking about him all day, so i decided to write a poem about it, tell me what u think