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Joan, My Little Warrior

Dasni De Silva

Life’s most precious lessons and memories come in white feathers and broken beaks.
Dedicated to Joan. Fly forever, little warrior.
I saw strength in your eyes, on a cold and rainy day, as your bare body starved warmth and hoped for feathers.
I saw courage in your heart, when you uncovered a careful route to my garden, nervously I watched you fly home every night.
I saw patience, as you waited to eat last, and never wasted a single seed or grain. You taught me that every moment in life matters.
I learnt to look beyond outer appeal, and to find beauty in imperfection. I know we didn’t talk much, but our quiet conversations were serene, sincere and soulful.
I felt the happiness of selfless love, standing outside with you, I hardly felt the chill of winter or the heat of summer, you had it a lot harder.
I know every day was difficult, you still turned up with your strong will and one yellow feather, raised high up in the air. That's how I will always remember you.
I promise to find hope in every sunrise and gratitude in every sunset, just like you did.
Joan, you left a lasting memory in my heart.