Chicken Soup

My aunt died, but before she did she said:
if you see a white feather or a robin know it is me,
and for the last three months a robin
has visited my nan's house every morning
eager to come inside, and has done
with no apparent fear of the presence of people.

my nan died a day before Christmas eve
and we lay her to rest yesterday.

when all were gathered at the grave side
and the sermon had just finished

under clear skies and bright sun,
a robin landed on the headstone of the grave
which also contains my grandad.

to our amazement it flew in and out of people
and lingered close by for a few moments.

i feel it was a sign which offered great comfort to all present.
a beautiful gesture.

the essence of all things is soul,

soul is ever present and
it is immortal.