Old Gift (Feather Pen)

A long time ago, years ago,
when my sister left home,
she left a gift.
It wasn’t for Dad
It wasn’t for Mum
It wasn’t for Tiger (little brother)
It was for me!

I hid it somewhere
no one would find it;
for years it was hidden.
Only I know where it is.
I write with it and feel
the fluffy feathers on top.