Crossing the Street on Wing

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

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