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When Doves Cry

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.

Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2023

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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 Login to Reply

Jay Narain Date: 8/7/2023 11:45:00 AM Sentimental poem on loss of dear loved one, it hurts for a long time. Login to Reply

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 Login to Reply 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.... Login to Reply 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. Login to Reply Andrea Dietrich Date: 8/6/2023 10:16:00 PM Thank you. I made note at top that it was fictional