“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