Grace be with you
called a voice
startled by the call
rushed to see
who it would be?
Seeing none out there
turned back with a fear
as none would call out so loud
crossed the door with a thought
heavy and full of despair .
There again called the voice
Grace be with you
holding the heart
that jumped out
I moved forward.
Seeing none again there
closed the door firmly
wishing not to hear once more
but the voice again rose up
with the Grace be with you.
I sat tightly on my chair
feeling that this is but a mischief
played well by my grandson
who thinks I am his playmate
wanting to make a fool out of me.
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