the raven and dove…
I drive them to school each morning of my own free
will. Sometimes we’re quiet, still slowly waking up.
Other times we’re noisy, laughing at the schools of
prairie dogs along our lanes all with rapt attention
as we sail by. Our speed dwindles to 20 mph on the
final approach, then that pregnant pause as the great
hull opens and the raven and dove fly away.
There are times they turn to catch my eye, glances
I cherish. There are other times they don’t look back.
But with each release I further sympathize with the
old captain, with Noah’s tangled desire from the bow:
fly straight. find the hope. please don’t forget me.
Mama’s heart aches in the remembering, and in the knowing — the hope flights continue, just not always in the family car 😉
Can I ask who the painter is of the dove & raven image? It is beautiful…