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

Handful

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


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Bond

Sit with me,
enjoy your treat,
mommy will
massage your feet.


Want to share
all I have learned,
with no fears
or drawn concerns.

You can reach
all goals when set,
just make sure
to do your best.
If in time
plans never come,
life will bring
a better one.


My sweet child
you are my world,
Oyster with
a pretty pearl.

I want you
to understand,
all is good,
without demands.

You will get
if meant for you,
drink from love,
and share it too.
Just make sure,
it goes both ways,
if mutual
it will not sway.

This the first
of many times,
I will give
advice in rhymes.

Trying hard
to provide clues,
so the bad,
will not come true.

Take advice
from trusting hands,
when given
without commands.
Just make sure
it resonates,
if not sound,
then leave to fate.

– Grace Y. Estevez

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