Hello Grace

You found your way to me 
On the island of Mezzorbo on that grassy green 
Between my daughter, my husband and a pine cone 

You were the 4-leaf clover 
Like the ones you sent me pressed into the paper cards 
    and your script black ink words 
“Joanna” 

Of anything I may have inherited from you 
It was your propensity to discover 
Amid the clovers and blades of grass 
That Calhoun good luck charm 

I saw you today 
Hello, Grace 
( grandma )

Hello Grace To Joanna, in Venice on vacation with family.