Mama Dove

By: Wayne Brown

Through the window I gaze out on the patio

I see you alite in that old hanging basket

Just like last year at this time

Once more, you have returned to build your nest

To nurture your eggs

To raise your young


You are such a creature of habit and expectation

How did you know I would leave that basket for you?

How can you be so dedicated; so focused?

Is it love that fires your desire or just instinct?

Why do you not learn from your past?


Remember those stormy nights of last year?

Remember that tossing basket as the winds whipped?

Remember the torrent of rain drenching your feathers?

Still, you sat unwavering; steady to the end


Determined to be there come hell or high water.

You must know we will come close again

Just like in times before

I cannot attend my chores without passing

You chose the spot

I was already here, remember?


Our eyes met as you sat warming those eggs.

I was no more than a foot away.

We looked into each other’s soul for a long bit.

I could see your fear

I could sense your courage

My presence was not in your plan


You’re a good little mama

Anyone could see that

You never falter, never tire, always return

You give the best and you expect it

As long as I am here, you will have it


The little ones arrive and surround you with love

Their chirps, their open mouths, their fuzzy little feathers

Are your babies as beautiful in your eye

As they are in mine?


I’ll watch through the window and keep a distance

You’ll nurture your babes

You’ll teach them to fly

Then off you’ll go to somewhere unknown

To do whatever it is you do there.


I will be here by the patio window

Watching for your return and I hope you do

You’re a good little mama

And I hope I’ve been a good little friend.


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ralwus 6 years ago

Really good stuff Wayne. I love them too and a number of years back we had one nest on top of our window AC. She was panting it got so hot, but she raised those two babies. Amazing creatures. Thanks for sharing this and that picture is awesome.


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saddlerider1 6 years ago

Great picture Wayne and I love when a mama takes care of her young ones, it's so nice to watch and to feel secure knowing that she trust's your watching, she feels safe. Thanks for the share.


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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon

Wayne, this is a tender, gentle poem that deserves to be read slowly. My daughter is 23 and has found her own wings, but I call her "Little Bird" and that's what she will always be to me, no matter how far she flies.


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Wayne Brown 6 years ago from Texas Author

So glad you liked it Laura. It's based on a true story! WB


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Truckstop Sally 5 years ago

Warm and fuzzy. WB, You do have lots of sides! What a dear poem about life, love, trust . . . Beautiful!


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas Author

@Truckstop Sally...Aw shucks maam, I'm just an old western writer...remember? LOL! Thanks so much! WB


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Becky Katz 4 years ago from Hereford, AZ

My daughter has a batch of baby gerbils. Their eyes don't open until they are about 17 days old. They are pure white right now and I am enjoying watching them raise their babies. The daddy gerbil is helping just as much as the mommy, unlike hamsters. Hamsters the mommy does it all. Gerbil daddies help by keeping them warm and grooming them while mommy goes to eat. They are in my office because I protect them from the mean ol' puddy tat.


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ThomasBaker 4 years ago from Florida

It's a wonderful poem, but it has something extra that I have been trying to put my finger on. I've got it now. The "extra" is strength.. Thank you so much for sharing this with us.

Tom


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Wayne Brown 4 years ago from Texas Author

@Becky Katz...Us humans could learn a lot about raising our young from observing animals and birds. I think we had a better grasp on those things in days past than now. I had a pair doves raise their young on our patio for three plus years...it was the inspiration here. Thanks much. WB

@ThomasBaker...So glad you see that in the poem, Tom. I very much admired that little mama dove and they way she cared for her young. Thanks much. WB

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