She was always a student,
learning lessons, to teach,
studying until fluent,
so her goals can be reached.
Seeing life as a classrooms,
her bright eyes, the windows.
Her flowering mind blooms,
like a blossoming rose.
As each shiny day passes,
dreams grow in real time.
Her inspired heart dances,
to a knowledge that chimes.
Creating every story,
sharing with those that care.
Basking in pure glory,
erasing all despair.
She wipes away old tears,
passing tests everyday.
Studying the past years,
and the roles that they played.
Smiling back at the chapters
that had guided her steps,
reviewing all factors
well prepared for the next.
– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy
We are all students! π₯°
Absolutely.πβ€οΈπ
Life is indeed a series of lessons it makes sense that itβs aligned to a classroom. Good one Grace ππ½πππ½
Thanks so much, Dee . Glad you enjoyedπβ€οΈπ
Lessons that life teaches, noone else can , β£οΈβ£οΈ
So true.πππ
Great poem Grace.. Yes we are always students. ππ
Absolutely. Thanks so much, Cindy.πβ€οΈπ
A pleasure!π
Wondrous poem, Grace. Lighting up the love of learning and all that life has to teach. Wonderfully expressed. β€οΈβ€οΈ
Glad you liked it, my friend. Thank you.π
You’re most welcome, dear Grace. Always. π
Ah! I can’t express how beautiful every word of this poem is. It is so heartfelt and powerful! Loved itβ€
I am so happy you liked it. Thanks so much.π
Wow! Great lines, Grace!! Particularly,
Seeing life as a classrooms,
her bright eyes, the windows.
Marvellously writtenπππ
So glad you liked it, KK. Thanks so much.π
It’s my pleasure ππ