Grace
Grace,
she sang
as she danced
in slow circles
her voice of rich gold
Held the babe in her arms
kissed the wet blossom-lashes
and cheeks that glowed of plum and rose
With her song of murmured tunes she wove
a coat of stories that she wrapped around.
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