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.”