That voice, so melodic,
So soothing, so smooth as
It touches the ear and
Goes straight to the heart.
Calm reassurance that all is
right
In a world at times so
horribly cruel.
And they named her Grace.
Different from most, but
Always a constant,
Forever in concert with
Sweet harmony.
Grounded by faith, but
Rising above every conflict
With reason a constant
companion
And her heart filled with
grace.
Childless in essence, but
Mother to all who
Seek motherly content,
A need to abide.
Every effort
Totally effortless,
Every adventure a carnival
ride.
And she is with grace.
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