Cion Mamá

La luz de Carmen,
refleja sobre mi.
Acaricia mi cara,
haciéndome dormir,
Ilumina mis sueños,
sin principio ni fin.
Limpia mis fracturas,
suspiran mi sentir.

La luz de Carmen,
inspira mi reir.
Cose mi sonrisa,
ayuda sin decir.
Fuerza de cemento,
un corazón de miel.
Carga sentimientos,
muy puro y siempre fiel.

Cion Mama (English)

The light of Carmen,
reflects upon me
caressing my face,
putting me to sleep
Brightens my dreams,
with no beginning or end.
Cleans up my fractures
while sighing my feeling.

The light of Carmen,
inspire my laugh
Sew my smile
while quietly helping.
It cements my strength,
with a heart made of honey
carries feelings,
very pure and always faithful.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Today is my mother’s birthday. Her given name is Luz del Carmen though she goes by Carmen. Spanish is her primary language so as a tribute to her I decided to try posting in spanish for the day. The flow and structure for the english translation may be a bit off but hopefully you can get the gist of it. Happy Birthday! Felicidades Mami!💕

Corazon

Con mucho amor,
hasta lo infinito,
como tu nadie.

Corazon (English)

With a lot of love,
from here to infinity,
like you no other.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Today is my mother’s birthday. Spanish is her primary language so as a tribute to her I decided to try posting in spanish for the day. The flow and structure for the english translation may be a bit off but hopefully you can get the gist of it. Happy Birthday! Felicidades Mami!💕

Conscience

Who built a fortress,
to help find true you?
In a green forest,
removing the blues.

Who captured your falls,
and cushioned them all?
Then helped you stand tall,
made your life a ball.

Who heightens your sense,
provides solid truths?
Clearing your blurred lens,
enhancing your view.

Who never said bye,
and joined every sigh?
Stood firm by your side,
wiping tears you cried.

Who will remain here,
loyal till no end?
Listens through your ears,
Projects, and defends.

Who urges your tries,
hoping you comply?
Uses both your eyes,
so you can rise high.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Swallowed Feelings

Invisible tears,
discretely hide pain,
exposing deep fears,
always kept contained.

A stone in her eye,
makes her torn mind cry,
difficult to blink,
and so hard to think.

The lump in her throat
masking her harsh chokes,
by muting loud screams,
that control this dream.

A fury so fierce
rings straight through her ears,
it punches her gut
producing a rut.

Her swallowed emotions,
turns red blood to poison,
she nurtures her heart,
prays for a new start.

Starting to feel clear,
bright answers appear,
perceiving great views,
making them all true.

Only stepping forward,
facing goals and dreams,
vibrations flow towards,
a positive stream.

Water wets her feet,
light sprinkles the ground,
inside feeling sweet,
resetting her crown.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Outlooks

I sometimes like to close my eyes
then hold my breath at the same time,
erase turmoil from my weak mind,
but fragments stay, lagging behind.

Surrounded while feeling alone,
suspicious when kind acts are shown.
Expecting my trust to be blown,
doubting myself and all I know.

All steps I take lead to regrets,
shaking my head, try to forget.
Each passing day always resets,
brings better views as life offsets.

Find inner strength let anguish go,
inhaling peace, feel as it flows.
I swallow time to take life slow,
so that my will can slowly grow.

Enlightened steps now lead the way,
my heart beats to the chants I say.
Knowing that life is a grand play,
sprinkle stardust on dreams that stay.

Embrace my days let go at night,
stay positive, expand insight.
Search deep within to find my light,
throw it up high so joys shine bright.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Drawing

A sip of coffee with sweet foam
brings me to my childhood home.
Scents and flavors interweave
playful thoughts kept me naive.

Mystical nights on the phone,
magical days of unknowns,
chose pretend and make-believe,
painted world my eyes conceived.

A gulp of water twist of lime,
brings me back to present times,
offering all I can give,
forming the life I will live.

Obtain all the goals I crave,
heartbeats strong, feeling so brave,
knowing all actions I see,
are directed back to me.

A guzzle of pure love and light
transports me to a bright sight.
Sparkles twinkle on my face,
formless body kissed with grace.

All good things will follow through,
build the stories pick and choose,
ask a question, build a view,
then examine what I drew.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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