My Sweet Dove Poem by Holly Jamestone

A small white dove landed on my window sill
And spoke to me so softly
I had to move my head closer to the glass
To hear her cooing wisdom

She came bearing gifts, reminding me that some
Treasures we don't always hold
But they reside in our hearts
For us to glimpse when we need them most

The dancing eyes of a child on Christmas morning
As a brother takes his little sister
By the hand and thoughtfully leads
Her to Santa's empty cookie plate

The stillness of winter white which,
Though austere and lonely, sweeps us to a place
Of serenity we may not experience
During a searing, clambaked July afternoon

Time was the present on the top of
The gentle dove's snow-laden heap
And it held the biggest bow
With the brightest sheen

Laughter was neatly nestled
‘Neath the pretty paper in a box
Understatingly lined with nods of Understanding
Of Caring and of Courage

Holiday stockings were filled
With memories and outings, old comfy shoes
A welcome hug or knowing glance
And a heart of Strength

The dove encouraged me to light
A candle, not look back, but find
New ways to help others notice and embrace
All the gifts she'd imparted

My sweet dove's visit was quite timely
As she arrived shortly after losing a friend
To the big white universe
Her message intending to soothe

She patiently waited on the sill until I felt renewed
Adjusting life's lens to pleasant reruns
One would only want to review again
And hold within a heart forever

In Loving Memory of
Burton Ivy Wherry
[2/13/52 - 12/1/07]

(12-8-2007)
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