http://www.sculptures-by-bjh.com/Hawks.htm

Totem, Teacher

You spoke often of the hawks

When chemo was killing you
your teacher sent the hawk feather
straight to your heart

Who asked, for you, a gift
and the hawk reached down
and plucked a breast feather,
for you

I have them still
And when I find your place
opened earth
Will drop them in,
after you

closing prayer
om mani padme hung

♥