“Dove” is one of the sadder poems I’ve ever written. I just had these words enter my head in early January 2016.
Why must you pass on
So very soon, little Dove
Spared not a moment’s peace
Even with the olive branch
Clenched between her teeth
Was it the promise of truce
Between innocence
And unfortunate circumstance
Why must I find you
Drowned in your own tears
Oh little Dove, how could you
Of so very few years
Amassed such pain and sorrow
To melt away, slip away
So tragically so suddenly
This was not the plan
When you were born
But into this you came
A world so undeserving
Of your love, your peace
Taken from you in an instant
No more could you bear
How can justice be found
What punishment fits the crime
Who is truly to blame
For this untimely end
To such a beautiful promise
When life had just begun
Find true peace now, little Dove
Written 1-7-16
