pure white dove

pretty white dove so high soaring

you're flying high though your wings are tearing

your exhausted body can take no more

somehow you forgot what you're still here for

you rest your feet in an olive tree

silently you pray for the world to let you be

for your life you thank while raising your head to the sky

all those years, those decades you've been flying high 

forever you've been pleasing with your carefree songs

but now you're ready to carry on to the place where the past belongs

This poem is dedicated to my lovely grandma who's now in a caring home.
She is now very ill and wishes to pas on. I love you so much grandma. 

You have been such an inspiration to me for all these years. 

I wish that I could be there for you in these tough times. 

You're always in my thoughts.