A wise woman I knew,
never could read a book,
she cared for the chickens,
sang and danced as she cooked.
She could make sweet candy,
curdling milk with lime,
adding sugar too,
it tasted sublime.
Building her fine house,
of mortar and bricks,
she mopped it inside,
with a rag and stick.
Not watching a clock,
when predicting time,
instead looked outside,
noticing sunshine.
Quickly sniffing air,
smelled visits from rain,
Once or twice saved lives,
curing any pain.
Her eyes could not read,
but her mind could see,
all the kindest hearts,
and the greatest thieves.
Brilliant like no other,
grand ties made us friends,
bonds with no known start,
never see an end.
– Grace Y. Estevez
Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Amazing words and wisdom shared by a talented writer.
Thanks for the reblog John. Truly appreciate the support. ❤️
You are welcome dear Grace.
I loved this poem dear Grace. Good afternoon from Michigan.
Good Afternoon from NC John. So glad you enjoyed.❤️
I did dear Grace. I love your work.
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Such a wonderfully, well crafted poem. You are a true wordsmith, Grace.
❤👩🦰🧡🦊💛
Thank you Carolyn. So glad you enjoyed.❤️
Reblogging this , your poems are always great.
Thank you so much.❤️
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The poem is as simple and graceful as the subject-person yet enormous in subtly portraying the strong and mellow character of that person. Very nice read.
Thank you Saji.I am happy to hear that you enjoyed it.❤️
Beautifully written. Love it
Thank you Fay.❤️
Your words are graceful grace
That’s very sweet.Thank you so much.❤️