Grace was not all there
in the way society looks at people
nor in the know
she rode that little bus to school

yet she drew pretty little
pictures on the walls at home
and wrote the saddest songs
on toilet paper
or whatever she could find

she once went to the river
when her mom had
gone grocery shopping

and found a grasshopper
and  brought him home

and drew a perfect picture
of a small insect on top of the world
reaching for the sun
and the moon
I think I understand
her