A Funeral

The fine wind wove its way between the trees, and made the snowdrops nod as we walked past, first funeral of the year this would be, but for her, sadly, it would be her last. Small coffin, but looks can sometimes deceive, for somehow it contained a bigger heart, a loving life, known by those that she'd leave that still remains though she must now depart. Through words and song and prayer we said goodbye, outside we said farewells, and hugged and kissed, as on that fine wind now her soul would fly to join the one she desperately missed. But something caught my eye, way up above so ordinary, but a welcome sight, wheeling in dappled sky, two collared doves, like wife and husband when they reunite.