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I Name You Hope




I Name You Hope



Our journey has been long and weary
With no real estimations of when
This chapter will mercifully close
It has always seemed to be true of my lifetime
That just when I think I have reached the end
Of my proverbial rope some sort of symbolic way
I am led to remember that without life's storms
There are no rainbows to be found

This beautiful dove resides in our backyard
And has since our arrival to our new home
She voices her call to me quite regularly
hauntingly true of her name . . .
The Mourning Dove 

Life for us these days has been so insane
Her song sometimes reminds us
That we have let ourselves fall into a pattern
Of doing what we have accepted as routine 
Recognizing rarely
That there is beauty living just outside
Of what we have allowed our hearts to see 
Momma Dove had returned to her nesting place
From last year but she did not wait alone
She sat lovingly protecting at least
One baby I could see
This vision gave to me a lightness of heart 
That I had not allowed myself to feel
In quite some time releasing Aspiring
To find a whispering
I would allow her to speak 

Last year I watched Momma Dove in solitude daily
As she awaited the birth of her babies
Perched just outside our bedroom window
Upon a feeder that had been left behind
As many days went by
It seemed to me that her babies
Should have found their way
To breaking their shells
I began to feel that perhaps
She was waiting in vain for
The opening of little mouths
To first greet the warmth of sunshine 
Long past the time I had given up hoping
Two small babies appeared
Beneath their Mother's warmth
I took the picture you have viewed because it was 
Such a beautiful vision that I wanted to pass on
The emotions it brings to me

When shown to Hersh?
I think I actually saw a hint of a smile 
This year I became his eyes when he would ask 
"Momma and baby still out there?"
Their nest just outside of his vision from our bed

The weather turned bitter cold
And the winds would gust at times to sixty mph
It went on that way for days
And yet each time I would look she was there
I would never find her gone
Through all the bitter cold and wind
It was quite amazing and
It allowed me to be able to answer truthfully 
When Hersh again would ask of their well being
"Yes somehow they are holding on"
"I sure hope that they will be ok"
A nice moment that passed between us
 
The morning after the worst of the storms had passed
I pulled my blinds to see that there was neither
Momma nor baby on their nest
I grabbed my coat and went to the yard to see
If maybe the baby had been blown from the nest
Just as I opened my patio door to step outside
I saw her Mother and baby sitting together
As if they had been waiting for me to find them
Then in unison they took to the sky
Enjoying the soft breeze
As the baby found true freedom of flight 

A warm feeling flooded over me
I knew of its familiarity 
But seemed to have somehow
Lost its meaning
Here you fly an embodiment of a word
That is sometimes hard to find
Yet always lies waiting 

Today I name you Hope

Original by Lesa Gay
Aka
Aspiring Angel











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