A little girl got her first shoes,
opened the bag but felt confused.
She wished for ones like her mother’s,
but got ones worn by her brother.

Tough little girl as strong as nails,
had a strong will and dreams that scaled.
she often played outside with kids,
but could not run since her shoes slid.

This little girl, she had no clue,
her innocence hid what was true,
she lived within a paradigm,
people in need were seen as grime.

The little girl became so wise,
took every chance, studied design,
she grew up strong created plans,
to help herself and give a hand.

Bright little girl worked hard to share,
inside she always seemed to care.
Built charities at her own cost,
contributed silent support.

That little girl grew up concerned,
promised herself she would return.
Providing shoes, one of her deeds,
so kids could run, hope, and exceed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. What a wonderful lesson. Made me think of my half-brother who grew up with his mom, I grew up with mine and nothing seems to ever go his way, yet, sadly he doesn’t try, instead he blames. I pray someday he’ll find the strength and courage to change his course. He has so much anger and hate towards people and he keeps telling me, “if only my mom would have gotten me help when I was younger, or if only dad and my mom would have helped me get an education, and he raised his son the same way he was raised. Instead of breaking the cycle he continued it. This really touched my heart, thank you

  2. Kids should run ouside the house , it’s better for their health. Don’t hide kids inside the house. This we come to understand throuh your blog.

      1. I too am happy that you are one of the first to like my posts ! I will appreciate if you will find time to comment on the ones you find worthy of! Your poem is a very powerful in sending a positive message πŸ’•πŸ™πŸΎ

  3. So lovely and inspirational lines in this poetic story. This is really wonderful, Grace πŸ˜ŠπŸ’–

  4. Touching lyrics that yearn to reach for the sky because they realize that the limits are set by those who think they have achieved everything in a world with so much inequality.
    I liked your poem, Grace. Hugs.

  5. I loved this one, I’m sure it hits home to so many people. These are the types of poems I’ve been leaning to myself lately. You’re the first person I followed when I started on this site, and still my favorite. ❀️ Just thought you should hear that today.

  6. Boy, did that hit close to home. I’m in my 70s and still remember having to wear hand me downs. I held my head up, but it was hard.

    1. Im sure it was. Thank you so much for sharing. The subject of this poem is 74 now but still remembers that feeling and I empathized.πŸ’•πŸ™πŸ’•

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