Morning Dove fly away.
There is peace
in the faraway trees.
Like you I grieve.
Your parents
were Cherokee.
Proud people
who rather drown
in the trail of tears
than live captive
in what once
was their land.
Find your olive branch
and circle this great land.
I am glad you found
and married a doctor.
I know together
that you healed hearts
and had a doctor
for a son.
I found your picture
on the net
and you are a princess
in the great state
of Alabama.
