Juan 50: Good Night Gracie

Each night he walks into the place
Scoping out her face
Wanting to see what day the gaze
Says that she’s living
Sometimes she is pure grace
There’s nothing to delay
This day from being a good one
At other times she’s lost
She’s searching through her day
Seeking in his face
One simple answer
Depending on the day
She’ll fade or then she’ll stay
She finds the hope that’s in his presence
Or else she’ll turn away and punish with her words
In this third act her days are hazy
He sits in sad repose
His look it is composed
His penchant for dramatic flair these days is lazy
He tucks her into bed
A kiss on her forehead
And whispers gently ‘good night Gracie’

He goes through life this way
Puts many happy times at bay
A task of duty he endures
Because his love is pure
He is a lesson to all children
Of an elder

He lives his life this way
Puts many happy times at bay
A task of duty he endures
Because his love is pure
He’s an example to all children
Of an elder

Through elder land he walks the floors
Seeing in her face
The look of happy that she wears
Anytime he’s there
Sometimes she is pure grace
There’s nothing in her way
The day’s a good one
At other times she’s meek
She barely wants to speak
Asking with a grimace 
Too many questions
Depending on the day
She’ll fade or then she’ll stay
She yearns for love that’s always in his presence
Or else she’ll turn to him, remind him where she’s been
In this third act her days are busy
Allowing for the hours when fate gets intertwined
She sometimes travels many decades at a time
Before he tucks her into bed
A kiss on her forhead
And whispers gently ‘good night Gracie’

And though I’ve never been
I know enough of him
To see this odd routline as through a glass
Reflections of a son
Whose Mother’s come undone
I cant believe it’s taken quite this long
To recognize this quiet hero

He goes through life this way
Puts many happy times at bay
His daily strides they are secure
Because his love is pure
He is a mirror to all children
Of an elder

He makes it through his days
Finds happy times to play
His schedule done in pencil
Because he is the child
Extraordinary child
Of an elder
To whom he whispers daily
Good night Gracie

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