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My Moeder came from Nederland,
My father was a Feather.
He flew into my mother’s heart…
To linger there forever.
But……. forever is capricious.
illusory, untrue.
For when they made a baby…
Off the Feather flew.
The Feather took his hasty leave,
With terror in his eyes.
He disappeared in fear and fright,
Towards the open skies.
And I…and who am I,
Who from the very start,
Was fathered by a Feather
That pierced a woman’s heart?
Kristine Byrne. September 2023