Monday, May 14, 2012

About the Dove

his is a widely published, true story of one day in an eternity of grief.

About The Dove

I've written much about Noelle

Shamelessly bared my very soul

Epodes of sorrow, epoch in Hell

Each one a grievous episode . . .

But I forgot to tell you about the dove

Abyysmal pain her leaving caused

With searing hurt and nights insane

A man oblivious to laws

A driving drunk, a country lane . . .

But I must tell you about the dove

My son it was, I think, that day

While walking home from work

Perchanced to see it as it lay

And stooped to pick it up . . .

Within his hands, a sculptured dove

It was the day I chose her stone

Inscribing it with all my love

The granite, stately, stood alone

It's face imprinted with a dove . . .

Holding a rose dripping a tear

My son walked slowly up the road

With wonder written on his face

And mutely handed me a dove

Exactly like the one I'd placed . . .

Upon the tombstone of her grave


  1. Thanks Peggy. This blog's a mess. Google informed me that it's taking over Blogger and if I don't change over my blog won't work right--well they got that right!!


  2. Dear Sandra and Linnea,

    Thanks so much. I wrote poems like this right after Noelle was killed. It was my only outlet for the pain. and all my poems are true events. Thx for visitting this messy blog.

    Love, micki

  3. Hi Micki, I love your beautiful poem and I wanted to cry. I read your silly episode with the computer guy and I laughed. So you really know how to touch our hearts, our souls, and our funny bones. I can't wait for your fiction book. Mary Firmin