Nature always talks to me,
during every rising day.
Flowers whisper messages,
in parades of different ways

Aromas gossip sweetly,
misty skies quench parching thirst.
Pushing me towards self-care,
teaching me that health comes first.

Happy birds chirp very loud,
singing in up tempo tunes.
Making hopes float off the ground
like a helium filled balloon.

Squirrels jump from tree to tree,
playing games of hide and seek.
Childhood fun comes back to me,
memories squeak as they speak.

Honey bees then kiss the air,
buzzing rumored love affairs.
Bringing passion everywhere,
tempting me to always dare.

Gentle breeze whistles in peace,
silent thoughts hum melodies.
Essence felt can be released,
relaxing any unease.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally Published on March 14, 2021

Baby Love

A happy baby
Inadvertently learning
Innocence preserved

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally Published on April 4, 2021


Life made up new,
built just by you.
Intentions true,
with open views.

Kiss filled with grace,
placed on your face.
Floating in space,
love is embraced.

All goals are reached,
learn to then teach.
A living speech,
no need to preach.

Live and let live
release then give.
Do not relive,
learn to forgive.

Fulfill your soul,
make yourself whole.
By letting go,
obtain control

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


Embarrassed for you,
while knowing your tales are lies,
silence is our friend.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


Who is this person that succumbs?
What made me sacrifice for them?
Where did the darkness surface from?
When did my wisdom become dumb?
Why do I always feel so numb?
How did I form into a crumb?

Who has to struggle everyday?
What made the sky turn heather gray?
Where do sad hearts go to decay?
When did smiles leave and grimace stay?
Why does life have to be this way?
How did all hope just run away?

Who has to turn this life around?
What will it take to make goals sound?
Where can all lost wishes be found?
When will I jump up off the ground?
Why does each thought feel more profound?
How can I force joys to compound?

Who silently stares from your eyes?
What tugs your heart from deep inside?
Where can you find your best ally?
When will you acknowledge your prize?
Why do you see through all disguise?
How do your feelings always rise?

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Tell me what you want to hear,
pick the words to ease your fears.
Make sure that they all sound clear,
so all echoes linger near.

Swallow hearts that feel sincere,
let the dark thoughts disappear.
Do not let doubts interfere,
or provoke a single tear.

Whispered songs ring in your ears,
coating each path that appears.
Skip along with faith and cheer,
let it guide you as you steer.

Tell me now, from this point here,
is the future looking sheer?
Do you feel like a pioneer,
painting dreams that you hold dear?

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Before you speak,
open your ears,
do not repeat,
your hidden fears.

The words you say,
can provoke tears.
The price you pay,
can outlast years.

Before you speak,
talk to convey.
Thoughts sometimes leave,
deep phrases stay.

Feelings believe,
making minds sway.
Venting relieves,
if kept at bay.

Before you speak,
cushion affects.
message received,
touch all subjects.

Outlooks perceived,
while goals project,
wishes achieved,
somehow connect.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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