Cord

With your first breath,
you made me proud,
clutched at my heart,
to make it pound
.

You suckled your thumb,
I touched your ears.
Grateful above,
brought your soul here.

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

While teaching you,
I taught myself.
As candles blew,
strong bonds excelled.

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

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

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally Published on April 04, 2021

Care

Most parents want to give their all,
wipe every tear,
catch every fall.

Give their child what they never had,
satisfied smiles,
makes them feel glad.

But these actions may not be good,
with wants and needs,
misunderstood.

Try teaching lessons they can learn,
giving rewards,
for what they earn.

Easy access may devalue,
transforms humans,
into statues.

Erasing once felt sympathy,
blinding their heart
from empathy.

I share these words from my insight,
all are unique,
do what feels right.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

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