“Taking up Grace”

Take turns wordsmith 

her lips mouth home

in cross stitch cursive

roux butter stock bone 

Broth in pot melt

routine established

held and heartfelt

enfolded and lavish

Draw a bath

pick a path 

wrap a laugh 

in choreograph

Once busy as a bee

now turned a degree 

finding some stillness in chances to flee

embracing the hurt younger version of me

Just sitting in space

And taking up grace

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