mama dove paces the fence-top above her injured baby
it tries to fly with wounded wing, feathers not in sync
she waits, waits through afternoon and into nightfall
as patiently as love itself — life fluttering on the brink
—Terri Guillemets
mama dove paces the fence-top above her injured baby
it tries to fly with wounded wing, feathers not in sync
she waits, waits through afternoon and into nightfall
as patiently as love itself — life fluttering on the brink
—Terri Guillemets