I miss the little girl with the great smile
I miss my short brown hair
I miss the little girl who organized and loved to clean
now my room is carpeted by all the clothes I own
I miss when everyone called me Gracie
when people didn’t believe my real name was Grace
I miss the way I wrote my name
I made the A so big it looked like a mountain
or the way I wrote my Gs with a full line
I miss me so much
I miss, not doubting whether or not people really knew me
I have so many thoughts but I’ll laugh at anything
I introduce myself as Grace but you should know it’s really Gracie
I miss me
and I miss the people who knew me