as i sat by own, underneath the willow tree in the park.
a feather gracefully floated down to lay rest next to my leg, i looked up and yelled "IS THAT YOU?"
only to hear no reply, thinking, wondering.
what if it was really him, my grandad, my best friend, my guardian angel.
sent by god himself to watch over me, keep a close eye on my movements and to ensure that i done no wrong.
but how could i not?
it was always him whom kept me out of trouble
tears streaming down my face, i could do nothing but run off.
into inevitable problems ahead.