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-Reddy

“Illiterate” was originally published on January 14, 2021 and published on SpillwordsPress on March 22,2021.

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  1. Beautiful poem, Grace🌹 as always, your work is inspiring and well crafted. You are a great writer.πŸ’—πŸ’•βœ¨

  2. Such a beautiful poem and tribute dear Grace. And congrats girl on 4,000 followers!!! You have done record numbers which is soooo impressive!!! πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ’–

  3. I remember this poem. You sent me the link. It was after I wrote a similar poem. I remember the long commentary I wrote on it.

    Still as beautiful as the first time I read it. A poem to remember.

  4. Her eyes could not read,
    but her mind could see… Well written, Grace! A nice tribute πŸ™‚πŸ’–

  5. Every time you leave the reader spellbound with your words. Loved this poetry as the story flowed so beautifully πŸ’™

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