7. “A Single White Dove”
by Rosemary L. Finley
Late October wind whistling
while children outside play
and a single white dove outside Mamma's window
Silently, she sits and watches
while in her innermost part,
in her soul, maybe
she knows...
A Single White Dove
is present when a soul is preparing to fly,
when a special soul is ready to
Shed its earthy flesh and die...
as a golden chariot
for the glorious ride that awaits
to take a soul
to guide a soul
to new and exciting heights
a single white dove
awaits
and me and Mamma, we cry.