As I post this, a mourning dove serenades just outside my window.
A Dove Have you ever seen a mourning dove Light upon a car? And sing so sweetly All your grief to share? Father passed just before dawn. My sisters spoke to him and me on the phone. Hours I stood upon the cool night lawn. His comatose senses surely did hear Songs of our love whispered softly. As first light broke, I heard the words, "He passed." Into another realm where his being is free To visit me perched upon my car. He stayed as long as I would listen Staring at me and singing full throated lullabies. Now, again I remember. Tucked into bed, My daddy sings with me all the old tunes.
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