|The Gift of Gracie (standard:poetry, 145 words)|
|Author: Lori||Added: Feb 09 2012||Views/Reads: 1024/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I was given a challenge. Write nine line stanza with the subject of sour milk and strained peaches. Now for a forty-one year old woman it was a stretch to say the least. Then a friend reminded me I have The Gift of Gracie :-). Problem was solved!|
The Gift of Gracie Sour milk and strained peaches have made the smell of my car unbearable. Oh how I long for tropical beaches. But love has captured my heart. All because of a miniature miracle. Her smile sends my heart rate off the charts. By her cries and laughter I'm beguiled. Her adorable face leaves me incurable. I now realize this precious baby is my grandchild. **Just a small side note** The day I wrote this poem I hadn't yet seen my granddaughter. She was a month old and I hadn't even laid eyes on her. As life sometimes imitates art, I got a phone call from my son's ex-girlfriend's father asking if I wanted to see Gracie. I JUMPED at the chance :-). So, on the day I was writing about a hopeful future, God gave me a glimpse of my amazing present. Tweet
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