Two mourning doves
how sad their song–
its melody echoes
all the day long.
No heart can rest,
no tears will dry.
Their song is haunting
like words of goodbye.
Does a loved one sleep
on yonder hill
where roses have faded
and the breeze is still?
A melody echoes
all the day long—
two mourning doves
how sad their song!
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
unknown grave
roses on a new grave
Freeda Baker Nichols 
Oh Freeda that is so beautiful and sad. x
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Thanks, Catherine.
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*hugs* Freeda
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Thank you. I don’t really like writing when I’m sad, but sometimes I do. I prefer the happier poems, but this one was written when my sister was in the hospital.
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It’s good for you to let it out, Freeda
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I agree. 🙂
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This is lovely, Freeda. And beautiful that you wrote for your sister, and now this day, too. I had losses this past year, and still think of them every day.
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Thank you, Linda. When loss of loved ones happens, it leaves an emptiness.
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Beautiful! Your post brought to mind the dove’s coos. 🙂
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Thanks, Coleen. Doves do have a mournful sound. This post is a tribute to my sister, who died Feb. 23, 2014 at the age of 94. The roses in the photo were on her grave. This poem was included on the program for her funeral. I wrote it a few days before she passed. It just worked out that it was shared at her funeral. I had not intended that, but I’m honored that family and friends shared it.
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Good poems and photos. The roses are so pretty.
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Thank you.
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This is beautiful. I loved reading it.
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Thanks, Rita. This poem was printed on the program for my sister’s funeral. She was buried Feb. 27. I miss her. The red roses in the picture are on her grave at Banner Mountain.
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