Cord

With your first breath,
you made me proud,
clutching my heart,
making it pound
.

You suckled your thumb,
I touched your ears.
Thanking above,
that you are here.

A toothless smile,
you wore all day.
Our world an isle,
embraced we swayed.

While teaching you,
I taught myself.
As candles blew,
we both excelled.

We both grew up,
reflective eyes.
We conquered humps
and always tried.

Still to this day,
pride makes me cry,
I release delays,
so you can fly
.

– Grace Y. Estevez

Iris

Mauve colored filled dreams
haunt my distant mind,
soothing the pressures
encaged deep inside
.

Lavender flowers
hold lilac bouquets,
tied intricate knot
secures this display
.

Iris enhancements,
perfumed by your hues.
Purple winged angel,
garland made for you
.

Free amethyst thoughts
that shine in the sky,
in my heart you lay,
reading with my eyes
.

Magenta now leads,
with no lie unseen.
At peace with knowing
you live within me
.


– Grace Y. Estevez

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