There were no rabbit hat extractions,
Floating pastel scarves,
Or fluttering dove wings
But it was magic nonetheless.
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how does one preserve grace. is it about undoing what's been done. can s/he just stick it in a jar (or veiled hat) & come back for it next wk, month, year, ....Goldy
Very gracefully and tenderly written. Just beautiful, Robert. Warm regards, Sandra
Good stuff, Robert... even magical in a way. Life is full of wonder and you've written a wonderful poem to prove it! ! Brian
The journey of possibility that is this precious and priceless life is only just beginning, but what a remarkable starting point to set out from, and to have chosen as such by the very wise writer of this tender, loving poem. You are the magician here Robert. Spellbinding writing with very gentle and hope filled exit lines. jim
What a charming observational piece, Howard. From the suckling safety of her mother's breast to that lengthy voyage toward finding her niche in the expansive universe. Enchanting indeed! Kudos, Greg
A soft piece, filled with the wonder of words and the love of little people. A tender hearted grandfatherly sort of poem. love, Allie xxxx
What a lovely thought that Grace's life is just beginning...and what a unique way of showing this! Great poem, I love it.
Goldy, I think that grace just hovers in the ether and drops by without calling ahead.