I ask for Grace.
Her voice echos through.
the steps I take,
spine straight, shoulders back
cost a strength I do not own.
I ask for grace
in what I tell her.
"i'm sorry baby,
i can't come home."
"it's okay,"
she says, voice strong
"i love you."
"i love you too."
then silence,
as a tear trickles down.
Oh Grace,
my Grace,
teach me grace.
