Silver streams fall on her face,
as years hide within her grace,
memories of wisdom gained,
recall all gifts she obtained.

She sees all that tries to hide,
holds her tongue keeps thoughts inside,
will not compromise her light,
always stands for what feels right.

Finding beauty in all things,
accepting destiny’s ring.
Laughing off what may annoy,
celebrates only pure joy.

Sitting silent at debates,
never adding any hate,
bringing peace when she arrives,
spreading love that grows and thrives.

She transformed from insecure,
spreading light is her main cure.
Warming hearts that turned icy,
inner flare always spicy.

Secret smile worn on her lips,
savoring the smallest sips,
removing all dark eclipse,
proudly sailing on her ship.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy