Fading Past

Talking with shadows,
to pass stagnant time.
Feeling so hollow,
distant voices chime.

Be present today,
push the past away,
what the mind replays,
perceptions display.

So hard to swallow
pain that sticks like grime,
simple to wallow
in an endless climb.

Push past yesterday,
or the old will stay,
leave all where it lays,
heal and feel okay.

Seeking tomorrow,
hope all is sublime,
choosing to follow,
a future so prime.

Life will often sway,
and carry dismay,
enjoy the sun rays,
smiling past each day.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Past times

Memories made of marmalade,
sweeten my life, brighten my days.
Enhance my skills, fill me with thrills,
help as I climb wavering hills
.

Impressions made of fruit preserves,
disrupt sad thoughts, provide a swerve.
Make all strife pause, no need or cause,
standing ovations, await applause.

Remembrance made from berry jam,
anchored my mind before it swam.
Dust off past fails, letting me sail,
teaching me to always prevail.

Echoes of times made of jelly.
Festive moments feeling ready.
Move goals along, humming a song,
recall the seasons for which I long.


– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy



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