A Flower

The coldest of winter,
a flower had bloomed.
Quivered and shivered,
awaiting her doom.

A voice from inside,
whispered in her ear.
“Reasons you will find,
for why you are here.”

Hope warmed her inside,
kept her standing tall.
The weight of the snow,
had taken a fall.

A bee came along,
offered some advice.
“Let go of your strength,
you will not survive.
It’s too late for you,
you were due last spring,
your kind was all here,
your seed did not give.”

Flower simply nodded
then swiftly responded,
“I am here right now,
my life has a reason,
I will not give up ,
no matter the season,
I would not be here,
without a great purpose,
my life is a gift,
and never a burden.”

Along came a man,
with tears in his eyes,
his love was now fractured,
and said her good byes.
An honest mistake,
had made him so sorry,
he simply forgot,
their anniversary.
Turning to his left,
he noticed a flower,
felt better quite soon,
knowing it had power.
He held it with care,
and gave it a home,
then won back his love,
while claiming his throne.

Next to the window,
her vase set up high.
Objective fulfilled,
flower smiled with pride.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally Published on January 18, 2021


Silent story
that goes untold,
muted glories
slowly unfold,
without a word
emotions sound,
screams go unheard,
fall to the ground.

Old souls spinning,
great fate repeats,
this time winning
all past defeats,
opened hands give
a love so pure,
divine love lives,
future secured.

Retracting time
as stillness sweeps,
a massive chime,
touches so deep,
whisked way past space
to then plant down,
upon a maze,
on flowered grounds.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Originally Published on January 7, 2021


Their cries awakened my deep sleep,
echoes of laughs that will not be.
Empathy pains are carried deep,
with eyes shut tight still forced to see.

Children are born
to play and laugh,
not to be scorned
or be attacked.

Innocence carried into space,
the purest smile fades from their face.
Sad memories soon takes its place,
tears pour to mourn immense digrace.

Kids should all live
and learn in peace,
tough to forgive,
trust and faith cease.

Angelic sobs for all to hear,
carving a spot to fill with fear.
Worries remain once they appear,
scarring traumas can outlast years.

Teenagers come
to celebrate,
but may feel numb
balancing hate.

Invoke pure light for future days,
for what will be, we need to pray.
Negative vibes are chased away,
when love filled kind acts are displayed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Outside feels warm,
she grabs a book.
Approaching storm,
makes her feel shook.

Some cool water
to comfort fears,
but loud thunder
sounded so near.

She leaps up high,
then sits back down,
her drink supply
did not touch ground.

An empty glass
rests in her hand,
while liquid mass
never does land.

To her dismay
it floats on by,
hunts clouds away
to clear the sky.

Heart beats so calm,
while mind feels shock,
within her palm
great gifts unlock.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #140 June 27, 2022


Amazing event.
Fills eager hearts with pure hope.
Awesome wonder.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Hush your mouth,
hide your cheers,
things go south,

Do not share
what will be,
eyes declare


No one can
steal powers,
raise your hands,
they cower.

Being still
heightens force,
spirit fills
with pure source.

stolen strength,
keep your shine,
go the length.

Care too much,
share great gifts,
aim to touch,
heal then lift.

Nurture hearts,
spread good deeds,
do your part,
love exceeds.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

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