The Dove

Asleep on her bed as if having a dream, His mother passed on so peaceful and serene. Her spirit she'd share with a white dove that took flight, And then on her son's shoulder it was soon to alight. The dove then flew to a tree where leaves drifted down Settling right on top of her son's bereaved crown. When he looked at the leaves, two were normally formed, But the third one he found to be slightly deformed. It was shaped like a heart for him to keep. Choking back tears he tried not to weep. For he knew then his mother had sent the sweet dove To tell him good-bye and to send him her love. *For Deborah Guzzi's Contest Animals Speak