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Dove of my Grandmother

a poem by Audrey Smith, Freshman English & Psychology Education Major

 

It was at a sterling young age,

when I decided to add thee endearment,

Dovey to my vocabulary.

Since that became your name for me.

You always reminded me kindness was a choice,

just one you had to make.

It was christmas,

when our collective worlds fell apart.

And still you stayed everything a world should be.

Your love for Angels was always something that surprised me,

until I saw

that Heaven had sent you in place of one.

A signal to an ending of a great storm,

you are the light to come.

I wish to be everything you are,

I prayed to always be your Dovie.

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