Just days after receiving her lucky rock

She returned home from her hospital room

After fifty-three days to hell and back

With her arm ‘round the strength of her husband

She slowly walked from one stall to the next

She cooed softly and spoke to the gentle mares

Stroking each velvet muzzle, scratching an ear

So grateful to touch again

The precious pieces of her life

Hearing that she was home, her grandniece cheered

“I knew it,” She shouted, “My lucky rock worked!”

“I knew it would, ‘cause when I first sent it,

My love was still on it

And it went into her and made her get well.

So now, she told me, when she holds her rock,

She feels that she and I

Are holding each others hands”

A passive participant in this tale

I am moved by the innocence

And the healing power

Of the pure love and faith of a child