An instant
on my phone.
caring thoughts,
while feeling
so alone.

True stories
with disguised
new outlooks.
man made smiles
only shared
on facebook.

Words press hard
from the heart,
in a flash
shared with friends.
Mix feelings
with deep thoughts,
until they
are expressed.

Tik toking
inner clocks,
chatty talks
in a snap.
Makes time fly,
feelings rock,
form and fill
voids and gaps.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

New Circle

Involved yet excluded,
with connections I make.
Always feel secluded,
but refuse to play fake.

Searching for loyal friends,
seems like an endless task.
No pretense or defense,
worn disguises, unmasked.

Sharing deep inner views,
may attract more like minds.
Forever being true,
trustworthy also kind.

Billions of soul siblings,
care for one giant world.
Busy with rivaling,
dark venom often hurled.

Seeking a tight circle
where love and peace expand.
Bonds that are eternal
cheering praise and advance.

Envisioning a pack,
wearing smiles filled with ease,
walking a bright lit path,
filled with wins and great peace.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

A Thousand

I made over a thousand friends
in two hundred forty-nine days.
Sharing my thoughts, using my pen,
I read and grew in many ways.

They welcomed me with open arms,
exposing me to different forms.
Don’t get me wrong some wrang alarms,
some disappeared, others stayed warm.

Some comments came straight from the heart,
others just skimmed, but that’s okay.
Each special for doing their part,
helping me grow a bit each day.

I started out so insecure,
had never shared my work before.
Slowly I started to feel sure,
let go of fears, opened the door.

My WordPress friends have different strengths,
inspiring my steps to expand.
All passionately carry depth,
abundant talent in their hands.

How fun it feels to build rapport,
forming some bonds that will not end.
I thank you all for your support,
it helped me feel more confident.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Bee sat on a rug, feeling warm and snug,
she cuddled up tight, then aimed for a bite.

Hearing a loud groan, distinct but unknown,
while shaken mid-air, she noticed a bear

The bear looked so sad, this made her feel bad,
she did not intend to sting her soft friend.
Regretting the sting, apologizing
while empathizing, decided to sing

Sorry I hurt you
I lost my control,
the urge just arouse,
command it then stole.
I never imagined
my rug was on you,
and will never know
how stinger pierced through?
I want to assure
but not guarantee,
I will try my best
to hold my impulse deep.

Bear still felt so bruised and downright confused,
bee thought his warm, hug belonged to a rug.
He cared for the bee, but just could not see,
how friendships repair, soon after despair.

He scratched his own head, with questions to shed,
if intentions are pure, can trust then be cured?
Is bee simply flawed, by nature’s stained law?
Is her greatest sin, defined by her sting?

“So sorry that you
did not understand.
Your rug is my fur,
your landing unplanned.
Tried welcoming you
and gave you a hug,
not knowing my strength,
it may have been snug.
Pain opened my eyes,
helped me realize,
that you did not mean
to disburse surprise
I now understand
how instinct takes place,
you use it if threatened
never to betray

Clearing each other, heartbeats now flutter.
Skies, blue and sunny, friends sweet like honey

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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