There's something free and airborne in this child—she flings her arms and spins when she moves,hands arched and reaching for the sky,hair blown like feathers on a breeze,flying to a destiny up high. I hold a wing to save her from the wildand heedless world, though it’s a brief favor—the restless hand she's briefly granted… Continue reading Crossing the Street on Wing
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A Grandchild’s Grace
Is grace a thing revealed in a child? For there’s the effortless beauty of her hands, the dimpled knuckles—kisses, one to ten— her hand in mine for safety in the wild and graceless grown-up world. A tender favor from above, this life entrusted me with grace that knows no price—mine for free, to be… Continue reading A Grandchild’s Grace