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


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

Unseen Knowledge

Great lessons eager eyes have read,
humbles the paths that ego lead.

“If you talk the talk,
you must walk the walk,
do not ever preach
what you can not reach.”

Wise memories of phrases said,
walk next to me, play in my head.

“If you promise to,
you must follow through,
try not to commit,
if tempted to quit.”

As sound advice imprints and spreads,
the brightest roads twinkle ahead.

“If trust is preferred,
stick firm to your word,
do not leave blank clues,
make sure vows are true.”

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Be Yourself

Attract the right people,
by always being you.
Stand tall like a steeple,
remain forever true.

Do not change for others,
by hiding how you think.
Never dim your colors,
or your self pride will sink.

Acceptance may gleam bright,
but at times it will not.
Be true to your own light,
to prevent inner knots.

Fifty Fifty chances,
a risk that you must take.
Acting brings advancement,
but makes real hearts feel fake.

Those that are likeminded,
will enjoy your real ways.
Souls should not be guided,
to gain another’s praise.

Stand by your pure nature,
letting true self fly free.
It will melt all glaciers,
so all clear eyes can see.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My Poem “Give and Take” Has Been Published at Spillwords

I am so excited to announce that my poem Give and Take is now available at Spillwords Press. I would like to thank Dagmara K., and the whole team at Spillwords for publishing this poem, and for all of their continued support.

I would be so very grateful if you would go here, and like/ comment as well. Thank you! đź’•

Give and Take

I come to you with opened arms,
to keep you safe from any harm.
I shield your heart with my heartbeat,
and fill your lungs with air I breathe.
I close my eyes give yours a rest,
then run through time and pass all tests.
I run in place, wait while you crawl,
to keep my pace and catch your falls.

We stay in place to catch our falls,
and always run we never crawl.
We get straight A’s on all our tests,
so we can laugh till we need rest.
We play on earth and watch her breathe,
dance to the sound of her heartbeat.
We are both safe away from harm,
emitting light with opened arms.

– Grace Y. Estevez- Reddy


“A closed mouth never gets fed.”
Remember the words you said.
Shadows of a time that fled,
feelings followed where hearts led.

Random fears dance in my head.
“A closed mouth never gets fed”
Whispered voices fade till dead,
wish I could sing loud instead.

Hesitance steadily treads,
balancing poise on a thread.
“A closed mouth never gets fed.”
Hope deep inner thoughts are read.

Absorb the knowledge you bled,
absolving our every debt.
Confidence imprints and spreads.
“Opened mouth forever fed.”

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Could not believe I skipped that line,
but words appeared before my eyes.
The new meaning swiftly aligned,
filled me with glee, felt so surprised.

I read this book a thousand times,
could not believe I skipped that line.
It followed great reason and rhyme,
but this new phrase made this book shine.

Pictures and sayings, well combined,
made so much sense, I felt so wise,
could not believe I skipped that line,
I thought I had it memorized.

My first real book perfect design,
knew every word it was all mine.
One sentence changed what I defined,
could not believe I skipped that line.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #139 June 20, 2022

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