Thank you, God, for this place with mother, Grace. A tender shoot of humankind banded by togetherness with care. I see you, dear one, and the frail frame of longing as God’s steward of love despite repeated damage and default that came upon you. Though not my natural mother, you earned a place in my heart. Now, as I watch you nestle into God's gentle arms, I see an extra holding power of grace. May my heart be found to live in and through this season with great and deep wells of love.
Eyes now dim, no words spoken, and yet, I am in your debt. A gift brought me from God, you sit with elegance and graceful simplicity at the age of 85. Present is a mark of the many untold stories and peace which guides you ever nearer to God’s special package of kindness.
Beauty kisses from heaven are a song upon your life, a reflection to all who would dare to come and truly see humanity’s virtue beneath the silence. I celebrate you dear Grace, and the enduring bond of beauty of our shared journey has brought.
Happy Mother's Day.
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