When Doves Cry
I look to the sky
to see Doves fly
For then I know
that you’re nearby
Dearest Son
On the day you died
For me your Mum
I heard Doves cry
for you my only Son
But you dearest boy
left your pride and joy
a beautiful Girl
and a handsome Boy
You live on through them
In all they do
And I hear your thoughts
In all they say
As if you never went away
So when doves fly
I know you’re here
Watching us from nearby
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Copyright © Ann Gilmour | Year Posted 2023
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