She sat in the tranquil park
Pigeons & sparrows of the like
Fluttering down to encircle her feet
Pecking at the seed; she spread so neat
Coo’ing and doting over her doves
Gentle coo’ing from above
Calling softly to where only her to hear
Angels whisper sweet nothings in her ears
She’s longed for the day they’d say
Come home……to stay my dear!
Today is that Day; she was to hear!
Leave the seed ..we welcome thee