Some Kind of Grace

Had a feeling it was going too fast.

All there was was in the past.

I was looking for some kind of grace.

Something real that would slow this pace.

Little Carter sat on my knee.

He said "Papu, something bothers me."

He asked "Why do things have to die?

Old Sebastion never said goodbye.

Is he watching from up in the sky?

Does he know my Daddy's home?"

I was hoping I could tell him

about the atoms that make up

his hands

his hair

his eyes and

his face.

That they came from a shooting star.

And they'll be here long after his footprints erase.

But I knew he would see right through me.

So when I said "Oh Yes He does."

I felt like it wasn't a lie.

It made me think about what's coming my way.

All there is is this perfect day.

So I turned off the TV set.

Pulled the plug on the internet

And when the clock stopped at half past ten,

I saw no need to wind it up again.

And in my grandson's wondering face,

I found my saving grace.