Doves

by Mark   Aug 20, 2017


It appears, at least to me
That child-bearers who have passed from this world
With enduring maternal bonds
Unable to utter farewell in their final moments,
Briefly return to their kin as Doves.

From spirits soaring through the haze of worlds unknown
Fuelled by undying love,
Granted a form from the eternal master,
Navigating through fields of memories.

Purching gracefully upon the arms of a nearby tree
Steadfast with patience unwavering,
Battling the fierce currents of any season
Driven by one last and lost goodbye.

Remembering a time when a babys' eyes first opened
The grasp of a tiny hand,
Craddling a creation of life while softly tuning a lullaby.
Oh for only one more embrace.
In memorial - releasing a melodic dove's cry.

It seems, at least to me
the whistling whimpers of a dove
May be the one last farewell
Heard and felt by the offspring,
Interpreted by an unseen sensor as:
goodbye my child.

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  • 3 months ago

    by hiraeth

    I'm glad this poem was nominated, but shocked that you didn't pick up a HM or a win for it. You absolutely floored me with this piece.

  • 3 months ago

    by Lucifer

    Re-Mark-able!

    It should be this way the words you write or it's better if I correct myself that the heart you pour out.

    It is sad and beautiful at the same time.

  • 3 months ago

    by Brenda

    Oh Mark, this is so beautifully sad. I'm a blubbering mess at this moment so job well done. I love your thoughts with this. Hugs and pass me a tissue please...

  • 3 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    My heart has been torn into pieces. :-(

    • 3 months ago

      by Mark

      :'(

  • 3 months ago

    by mossgirl19

    My heart has been torn into pieces. :-(

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