A withered rose to represent,
the tie that binds, damaged and bent.
Those times we spent,came to an end,
ran out of space, to make amends.

They got your ears, fed them with lies
you should have known me deep inside.
Unpleasant looks filled up your eyes,
did not defend, instead, I sighed.

A stranger’s face is what I seen
when I last saw you look at me.
Old days are lost, will never be,
for the best good, we both agree.

Let’s laugh at times from our past,
a youthful space with no contrast.
Imagined games, we wished could last,
enjoying life, having a blast.

Wish you the best, from dawn to dusk,
may we both find friends we can trust,
my life is good as it adjusts,
aged memories transform to dust

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


I had to cut off family,
simply to keep my sanity.
They judge me hard, but that’s okay,
they could not understand my ways.

I tried my best to just fit in,
but felt that I could never win.
When I belonged, they made it wrong,
and felt these actions made them strong.

I had to cut off family,
to spare myself from agony.
I used to think we were complete,
until their hearts turned to concrete.

They came to visit once or twice,
I thought reunions were quite nice.
Soon came to see, it was intrigue,
that brought them here carrying deceit.

I had to cut off family,
to make my life skip happily.
Forming my own, building a home,
real love that is not made of foam.

They taught me to decipher clues,
so I could teach mine to be true.
Show them to try, no hidden lies,
and how to love from deep inside.

I had to cut off fantasy
to make room for reality.
A peaceful life, a new design
with a full love that feels divine

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


The family unit, is a lot like a hand.
Silent oath to be true, can make all understand.
Each person unique, like prints on your fingers.
Bad times fade away, the love always lingers.

Beginning with the index, as wise as can be.
Points out every fear, makes every eye see.
Flaps quickly around, when not getting his way.
Forms a circle with thumb, when things are okay.

The thumb is quite special, stronger than the rest.
Assisting in gripping, to justify strength.
Comforts many infants, lays still in their mouth.
A spoonful of happy, removes any pout.

The pinky is youngest, the runt of the pups.
Helps gain full control, while holding a cup.
A gambler by nature, can take a quick bet.
Curling all around, till stakes are all set.

The middle is spunky, not easily controlled.
An established rebel, can stand all alone.
Offensive to many, yet funny to some.
Enjoys lots of music, can snap just for fun.

Responsible charmer, ring finger holds beauty.
Attracting attention, while wearing fine jewelry.
Respecting commitment, she gives it her all.
Honored with great gems, always standing tall.

United home front, twin flames can provide.
Caring for their kids, never picking sides.
Push negative out, positive takes a stand.
My palm the main unit, their home in my hand

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy


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