Make me a lighthouse
that brightens all paths.
Make me a beacon,
igniting a flash.
Fill me with a beam
held within my eyes.
Fill me with wisdom
as my words comprise.
Stars are my siblings,
that twinkle with thoughts.
Shining light brightly,
so nights are adorned.
Mold me like the sun
that gleams everyday.
Mold me like the sea,
with powerful waves.
Leave me as I am,
my soul always clear.
Leave me self assured
with your presence here.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
Enjoyed the poem Grace of the Sun!
Thank you. Glad you liked it.❤️
no can do
cos you are you
and i me
so if there is no change
chance to rearrange
is lost
and the cost is future joy
girl to boy
Beautiful
Thank you.❤️