Maybe grace

Distant sparrows faint but musical
The rasp of the  papery pages when I closed my book
Click of the keys
A faint humming in the air
A blackbird
The boiler comes on with a jolt
I see the lamp and it shadow  on the wall
The blue glass bottles
A book I thought I’d lost
My sewing basket
The other lamp is lit.
My nose sniffles
My back is aching
I dreamed my husband was here and we were packing to go away in a hurry
I feel good when I get into bed in cold weather
My husband still looks the same.He wants me to move but it’s too late.I have forgotten something
I wake up with a happy heart
The hot water feels good on my skin
I drink tea in mug after mug
This chair may be too high
I smell the candle burning
Smell  air coming through a crack in the frame
I feel my skin calling out
My feet on the floor
Gravity
And maybe grace