“This is Grace
my littlest love! ”
“Because she was
conceived by the grace of God! ”
She hooshes the old dog out.
He goes out through the cat flap.
Grace squirms.
Wants a toffee.
“No...no toffee! ”
She tells Gracie
and Gracie accepts it
as if she had just been trying her luck
and didn’t expect to get one anyway.
“This is Dream! ”
And indeed she is
dreamish
as if she’s off in another world
smiling at some other world flower.
“I dreamed a dream
that said I would have her
