Silver locks caress her face,
wisdom in her eyes hide grace,
memories of lessons gained,
represent wrinkles obtained.
Sees through all that tries to hide,
holds her tongue keeps views inside,
advices with pure insight,
always stands in hues of light.
Finds beauty in simple things,
accepts destiny’s bright ring.
Laughs off all that could annoy,
focuses on spreading joy.
Provides silence at debates,
never adds sparks to flame hate,
carries peace when she arrives,
spreads real love that grows and thrives.
Builds self conscious to secure,
spreads true love as a main cure.
Melts hearts that have turned icy,
inner flare always spicy.
Balances life with her hands
with each fall, a stronger stand
Clears away shadowed eclipse
climbs past troubles, holds her grip.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy