With your first breath,
you made me proud,
clutched at my heart,
to make it pound

You suckled your thumb,
I touched your ears.
Grateful above,
brought your soul here.

A toothless smile,
you wore all day.
Our world an isle,
embraced we swayed.

While teaching you,
I taught myself.
As candles blew,
strong bonds excelled.

We both grew up,
reflective eyes.
We conquered humps,
but always tried.

Still to this day,
pride makes me cry,
release delays,
so you can fly

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally Published on April 04, 2021

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  1. We both grew up…this is such a beautiful truth that only a mother and her kids feel. I take this poem as one of your best poems, Grace πŸ˜ŠπŸ’πŸ’–

  2. So VERY true, “While teaching you, I taught myself” and “We both grew up”. Beautiful words bring back precious memories <3

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