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Redemption of Grace

this elation is a beautiful high. I do not want it to go away
it is a rare gem to find
this laughter within longs to bubble out into the world
and rain on everyone

The tiny smile in front of me gives me this simple joy
her laughter touches the darkness in my soul and takes it away
her innocence is my second chance
and her eyes melt my every worry

tears well up in my eyes and I cannot hold them back
I take her and hold her close to me and she holds my cheeks with both hands
I look at her and wonder if she understands
she touches her forehead with mine and smiles

another bout of beautiful joy bursts from within me and I start to laugh
she looks bewildered for a moment then starts to laugh too
a beautiful tiny laugh that grows louder as I spin, holding her up high
and in that moment, nothing else matters, she is my second chance
........ my saving grace

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