Stages Of A Feather Falling Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

A feathered pillow softly pokes my arm
my mother begs me to come down
I shatter my sounding alarm
wailing sirens - I hate the sound.

Maybe if I sleep I won't have to wake up
maybe another feather will be enough
but this bed of needles hurts too much
but my bedroom door stays closed shut.

Another feather and i'm flying so high
the clouds so soft I can't hear her cry
the sky so blue and the sun flashes red
angels beside me lay me to rest.