Grace Poem by Cee Bea

Grace is a mountain
of love fabricated in
classical fashion
adorned with sprinkles,
hot fudge and a cherry
on top

Gracie is the mass of stars (if you look
a bit left of the banyan tree)

Gracie is the thought, motive and
majesty upon which a pauper might
be received

Gracie gave me three rings,
the calling doves
and warm rains mid-summer
cleansing every ache
and wound
adorning this life

she is the practical, the quiet
as well as the storm

she looks through me
with soft eyes
touches me often with
tender palm, reminding me
what is real, poignant and
good

she sits with me.
her hand adorning
my leg, or arm, or my hand
at almost every given glance,
while my eyes peer down
my smile emerges

I can not remember when she was not there.
reminding me of kinder lights
...of care, of Grace