It hurts so much
to grow up fast,
realizing childhood
could not last.
Unchain myself
from memories,
of aimless days,
sweet melodies.
It stings so much
to open eyes,
engulfed in chores
with no surprise.
Grown bitterness
of a routine,
no lingered songs
in harmony.
Your life becomes
required lists,
a pointless chase,
you must persist.
Racing against
a time now gone,
only know rest
after you yawn.
It feels so good
to live carefree,
erase visions
of what should be.
Be grateful for
the people near,
so heart felt laughs
can reappear.
Be glad that you
still have today,
knowing that life
can always change.
See yesterday
as needed steps,
since lessons learned
bring great effects.
– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy
My poem “Span ” was published on The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.
Originally Published on January 30, 2021
Excellent poem. Yes life lessons are not easy.
Thanks so much, absolutely.💕
I feel aligned with this 💞 love your way with words.
So happy you enjoyed it. Thank you 💕
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Superb
Thanks so much, Iswar.💕
Welcome 🤗
I love this poem. A special poem.
Thanks so much, Benjamin 💕
Welcome my dear friend.
Always a pleasure 💕
Very nice. I especially liked the metaphor: “It stings so much to open eyes, engulfed with chores with no surpris.” Great imagery.
So happy you liked it. Thank you so much.💕
Thank you for posting the good work.
So glad you liked it. Thank you.💕
Very nice work…
Another enlightening poem, Grace. We must learn from the past, and hopefully it will indeed bring us to new, brighter destinations.
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May the lessons learned with benefits gained and sunny days of merriment always weigh down the scales of life experience <3
Yesss. Thanks a million, Jay.💕
There is nothing better than being a care free happy child. I pray more kiddos can feel what you have beautiful expressed.
So sweet of you. Thanks so much 💕
You’re welcome 💜💜💜
True. 💯
Still, I really do miss my childhood days. It cant compare to adulthood at all.
Understandable
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My pleasure.💕
“with no surprise” — I think that’s really strong. Children are surprised all the time and mostly it makes them happy. At some adults stop being surprised AND stop wanting to be surprised
I agree. That line was referring to the transition into adulthood. Thanks so much for sharing your thoughts.💕😊💕
“See yesterday
as needed steps,
since lessons learned
bring great effects.”
Golden than gold 💛
Thank you so much, Charlie.💕
Yesterdays are necessary steps and from those lessons learned we have lessons to face tomorrow with wisdom.
I am happy to walk in your feelings, dear friend Grace.
Greetings and hugs.
Absolutely. Thanks so much 💕
Congratulations Grace! A beautiful poem
Thanks so much, Sadje.💕
You’re welcome my friend
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A wonderful poem, Grace. I love it. Congrats on the pub! 💞
So glad you enjoyed it, my friend . Thank you💕
You’re most welcome, Grace. Always. 💞
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Love this
Happy you enjoyed. Thank you.💕
Beautiful poem Grace❤. I am 21 but this poem reminds me that how beautiful was my childhood. I miss it…
Im glad it provoked memories for you, dear Laiba. Thanks so much.💕
Welcome💞
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That’s the way of life perfectly described; I reminisce about my youth a lot. Everything was simpler then. Great poem, thanks for sharing and have a nice day!
Delighted to hear you enjoyed it. Thank you so much.💕
That’s truly a stunning poem, Grace! I feel like everyone would feel that way in some part of their life. Childhood goes away fast and looking back the only thing special would be the memories you made back then. It would always hold a special place in everyone’s heart. Love it 💕
Absolutely. Thank you so much.💕
You’re most welcome, Grace!!💞
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Heart is heavy and these words just spoke to me now. Holding back tears 🥹 because I’m amongst company I dare not share such emotion
I’m so glad it touched you. Thank you so much for sharing this with me.💕
Beautiful poem <3
Thanks so much.💕
It’s a beautiful poem, Grace, and the last stanza really shines. Sterling poetry as always. 🙂
Also, congrats on yet another publishing credit! Well deserved, indeed. And finally, I see this comment made it to your blog by using WP Reader rather than commenting directly on your blog. Glad to have found a workaround to the strange error I mentioned earlier. 🙂
Thanks so much. I’m thrilled to see your comment, Mike. I was actually going to work on it with WP this morning so I really don’t know what happened. Hopefully it is resolved. Truly appreciate all of your help, my friend.💕
Thank you so much, my friend.💕
That’s a sweet poem Grace, though it sort of makes me feel sad when I think how being an adult is a lot less easier than being a child 🙂
Thanks so much, Vignesh. It sure is. So many responsibilities.💕
Beautiful! 💜
Hi Grace, beautiful poetry. You have a rare skill! Tallisman
Thank you so much. I’m so happy you enjoyed it, truly appreciate it.💕
It is said that growing old is obligatory, but growing up is not. One can hold on to the childlike, provided one lets go of pride.
Regret, however, is merely destructive.
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Congratulations, Grace! A great poem indeed! See yesterday
as needed steps…a good reminder and advice 👍💐❤️
Thanks so much, dear KK.💕
Truly my pleasure 💖
😮, mind-boggling
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Congratulations, Grace. A lovely poem. The older I get, the more I yearn to return to my childhood. 💕
Thanks so much. I can totally relate.💕
Love this post!
Thanks so much 💕
this is so calming.
Thanks so much 💕
Wonderful write ❤🌹
Thanks so much 💕
Your life in this sweet poem feels like correspondent with mine dear.Wish you the best💗💗
Thank you. Wishing you the best as well.💕
Beautiful ❤️
Thanks so much 💕