White Dove Poem by Mohammad alKurdi

Down the river walking I was.
After seeing me, she did a pause.
Looking for a shelter- as she was astray—
She ran to me with no delay,
Directly when I stretched my hand,
With a smile that made me mad.

Her wings on my chicks played
Music that was for the soul such an aid.
While she was hugging me,
Honest is all I could be.

To be protected, tight held
And blessed she wanted.
To be loved, admired
And brightened she needed.
I did my all to give the help.
And I got happiness whenever one of her feathers I held.

Oh! Dear angelic creature,
Please help yourself when I’m gone.
No one has that endless feature,
But we are to make amour timeless done.