Grace (Cont.)

Her clothes where tattered and shabby : What are you doing out so late at night? Green eyes speaking, before her voice : will you buy an origami swan in flight? I reached into my pocket : a dime, a nickel , and two pennies : seventeen cents. Beyond her, I saw silhouettes behind my flowers, in my garden. Babies with faces : cold and rough, expressionless, and hardened. Are they with you? I asked , yes she said, I truly beg your pardon. Come inside : do not let the night increase the children ‘s fears. She grabbed her baby brother ; her two kid sisters followed her in. I cried; Somber Tears (to be continued)