“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
& here
is her! ”
“She’s only older
by a year
…this one! ”
“But sometimes she can be a real
nightmare! ”
I laugh at the humour
at the heart of it all.
“And this…”
she pats the cat
dozing on her pregnant belly
is Trinity! ”
I don’t know whether
she is referring
to the child to be
or sleepy cat.
She reads my mind
& laughs.
“No…the cat’s
called Divinity! ”
“’cos he
thinks she’s God! ”
“So, Mary… your husband
must be Joseph! ”
“How did you know? ”
“Lucky guess
…I guess! ”
“There is no luck
only God knows! ”
Yeah I bet
(I think to myself) .
My promised land
lady
a little too religious
for me.
I go
(trekking through an Egypt
of rented flats)
leaving the Holy Family
smiling
waving at the door.
God Blessing
their
“God Bless! ”
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