Swayed Connection

Little,
baby,
girl of mine.
Giggles,
daily,
with delight.

Big eyes,
chub cheeks,
pretty curls.
Swing high,
joy squeaks,
dance and twirl.

Time past,
attacks,
came my way.
Grew fast,
rough cracks,
brought dismay.

Teen years,
anger,
brought us strife.
Sad tears,
anchor,
plans for life.

Pick up,
slowly,
heal what was.
Heart pumps,
solely,
felt by us.

Giving,
all my
soul could shove.
Willing
to try,
with pure love.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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  1. Wonderfully poignant take on the parent-child relationship. This feels bittersweet, yet hopeful at the end. I’ve never been a parent, but I’ve been a teenager, and I remember how rough it can be. Gorgeous words, Grace. πŸ™‚

    1. Thanks so much, Mike. Yes parenting is a roller coaster. Thank fully, this specific piece was not based on a personal relationship.πŸ’•πŸ™πŸ’• So happy you enjoyed it, my friend. Thanks again.πŸ’•

  2. A good adventure through change. Giggles and curls swing high into the sky, dancing and twirling, into the clouds, thunder and tears, floods of independence make new rivers carving cracks downstream from Mother’s head waters, healing near the gentle creeks of love where Mother and daughter have a picnic to pick up a conversation between adults.

  3. A beautiful poem on parental love and aspirations. Well done, Grace πŸ’–πŸ’

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