Grace: a trait not often associated with me.
Tis a name I have grown to love,
But a woman, a life I will never know.

My history is incomplete--missing
and I try to fill that vacant piece through stories and photographs.
Still, I would give anything to hear your laugh.
There is this whole time, this whole family,
but I was just a baby.

I've spent forever wishing to be a part of the days they held so dear,
and wondering how things would be if you were still here.
I see how much it hurts them that you are gone.
They truly miss the days of the swan.

We sit and laugh as they grace me with tales of the past--
the family and lives they once had.
I hope I would have made you proud
Sometimes I pray to you just so loud.

I know you are there guiding us all
So please, when we fall,
help us back to grace
with one last embrace.