When Doves Cry

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Fictional eulogy poem for contest of Craig Cornish

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My love has passed away. What can I say? I could tell so many stories from his life. Things sad or funny. I could talk all day, for no one knew him better than his wife. I want for everyone to know that he would lift me up, yet now he’s past the sky! I hope he’s looking down on you and me. Know this though: where he’s gone, doves don’t quite cry. Mourning doves – when they cry – shed tears of joy. They bring us peace though we be sorrowing. I see my husband’s smile. It’s that of our boy. Our children’s hopes we should be borrowing. Loved ones live on through memories we share with one other till we’ve all passed on to the shining side, for I know that’s where I’ll greet my love again one glorious dawn.

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Constance La France

Date: 8/8/2023 4:30:00 PM

Andrea, very beautiful poem, best of luck in the contest, blessings ! PS, I sent you a soupmail

Jay Narain

Date: 8/7/2023 11:45:00 AM

Sentimental poem on loss of dear loved one, it hurts for a long time.

John Read

Date: 8/7/2023 5:15:00 AM

Hi Andrea your poem sums up the way I feel, having lost my mum then my wife. Sending you my love and best wishes John.xx

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/7/2023 7:33:00 AM

thanks, John . We all need to think of death this way

Timothy Ray

Date: 8/6/2023 10:11:00 PM

well young lady i hope you are satisfied....i think this one of your best...you walked me into a heart rendering slowly as line by line i knew the coming crescendo, and you delivered....

Timothy Ray
Date: 8/6/2023 10:45:00 PM

yes it is fictional but the job of the wordsmith is to carry the message....and the message herein is the touching of the heart...the greatest if these is "love"....passing is when love must carry us thru the fact that life comes with the promise of death and herein we are reminded in that moment of loss it is with that first breath we will walk forever in the immortal destiny...Thomas Stearns Eliot, poet. In my end is my beginning. Nuff said when the heart breaks, feed it hope dear Wordsmith...and you did

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/6/2023 10:16:00 PM

Thanks. So sweet of you

Bj Legros Kelley

Date: 8/6/2023 8:45:00 PM

Andrea, this is heart rending, is this a true poem...about your beloved? This has made me cry, the second poem tonight that has had me in tears. I hope so much this is fictional concerning your precious husband. Hugs to you beautiful friend.

Andrea Dietrich
Date: 8/6/2023 10:16:00 PM

Thank you. I made note at top that it was fictional