THE MEANS OF GRACE
She slips her small hand into mine.
Warm pressure. A gentle tug.
“Does Grandma want a Gracie hug?”
Irresistible. “Of course I do
my darling. Grandma loves you too.”
Her arms reach up. I hold her close.
Milky breathing. Such a dear.
Quiet whisper in my ear--
inspiration all her own –
“Gracie wants to play with your phone.”