Dove Poem by Andrew Herrera

I’ve blown away
in the wind and no
one can catch me.
I fly alongside the
wings of a
dozen white doves
with freedom hang-
ing on my back and
the colors of the
sky moving quickly
past me. With all this
beauty that envelopes
me, I still dream of the
day I can return home.

Home;
in the arms of my sweet
mother and father that
will never leave me,
even in the face of
death. Even my present,
but absent older brother
who never seems to get
it right. The return is
what I yearn for.