Grace, who are you?
Grace I know, is not a race
to the top
It’s a subtle glow and gold given to us
that trickles in slowly
but sometimes…needed EXPLOSIVELY!
To fill in our crevices, our voids
I know you see over me
And I’ll always know you were there
But I’ll never know how much you’d show
to come around
There’s nothing hollow in your absent stare
but hallowed yes, you are surely.
The City Bard 