When Doves Cry

The mourning doves and white doves gathered nigh - together, send their coos into the breeze, and looked upon the sky from whence they fly- Why is it that their hearts are so at ease? Perhaps a nudge from heaven up above, a whisper in the ear of God himself, "Please free from lasting grief those that I love, and pain that I cannot endure myself"... I know that Heaven celebrates my birth, much like a baby held in outstretched arms - this ... unique and fleeting moment of my worth now hold those hearts I love and do no harm. Still, from our souls, the tears will gently flow, into a place where seeds of memories grow...