A boy, a pigeon and a battle with death 4

I held his little hand as his pulse began to fade,
To his heart he was clutching a toy pigeon that he had made,
And as his eyes were closing he said so loud and clear, ‘I can see,
My little pigeon and he’s calling out for me,

And now I can go with him to a land where we can be,
Together, never suffering just my little pigeon and me,
And we will fly together, two birds so very high,
Above everybody against a perfect, cloudless sky, ’

He gave a little shudder and sank back with a little sigh,
And I wondered through my tears: why did he have to die?
But now I understand that he’s happy far up above,
Where nothing can touch him except innocence and love.

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