the mourning dove (for Patton)

At first light, I turn my head
towards an open window
and listen to the dove’s lament.
I know his pain. I know his cry.

He weeps in such a way
that makes me wish
I could answer,
but only God or another dove
can heed that call.

I turn my head away from the window,
pull warm covers back over my ears
and wait for him to fly away.

About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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2 Responses to the mourning dove (for Patton)

  1. Bernadette Blakeney says:

    This poem was full of feeling and sadness. It is one that anyone can relate to. I am a fan of this piece and its writer.

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