Pass the Baton

A little girl born without flaws,
was raised to never ask for more.
Rules made by others were her law,
dissatisfaction filled her core.

She spent her days buried in books,
while multitasking as she cooked.
Felt success would someday be hooked,
but doubted she had what it took.

As days went by, she was annoyed,
felt like a doll or a stuffed toy.
made sure all duties were employed ,
but craved for ones she could enjoy.

Secretly chose to change her ways,
in hopes to build up better days,
knowing all things turn out okay,
she hoped strong will was here to stay.

The years flew by without a pause,
self assurance caught every fall.
Pursued her dreams, crumbled big walls,
independence helped her stand tall.

She kissed her daughter on her head,
while putting old customs to bed.
Knowing her strength will now be spread,
excited for what lays ahead.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. Love this poem. It reminded me of something i wrote:

    When I opened the door i saw a little girl play.
    I could see in her face this child still believed.
    Her eyes told me how much she wanted to succeed.

    You have improved my poetry.
    See you are a master.

  2. Based on the rest, I think these lines come across especially powerfully:

    She kissed her daughter on her head,
    while putting old customs to bed.

  3. I admire the thoughtful, hopeful tone on this message. Letting our children pursue their dreams and learn as much as they can about the world is a wonderful gift to give them.

      1. Your are welcome, Grace. Wasn’t feeling well for some weeks. Malaria. Getting better now. That’s why I was off blogging for a while.

        Good to be back and to enjoy your great poems.

  4. I really resonated with these words… thank you Grace. “Pursued her dreams, crumbled big walls, independence helped her stand tall.”

  5. Excellent expression. But still there is longing for fulfilment. Baby is expected to complete.

  6. This is a beautiful and inspiring story poem. Lines like..putting old customs to bed..are awesome and carry a deep meaning. Good one, Grace πŸ‘πŸ’πŸ’–

  7. Genuinely delightful and moving. This reads so smoothly and so much stands out that I can’t pick a favorite line. Just a beautiful piece of writing with a wonderful message. Well done, Grace! πŸ™‚

  8. This was incredible. I started writing poetry, and with the same tone, kind of sad throughout, but ending with an assurance until it becomes a learning curve. Contact me sometime if you’d like to share insights or anything.

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