A wise woman I knew,
never could read a book,
she cared for the chickens,
sang and danced as she cooked.

She could make sweet candy,
curdling milk with lime,
adding sugar too,
it tasted sublime.

Building her fine house,
of mortar and bricks,
she mopped it inside,
with a rag and stick.

Not watching a clock,
when predicting time,
instead looked outside,
noticing sunshine.

Quickly sniffing air,
smelled visits from rain,
once or twice saved lives,
curing any pain.

Her eyes could not read,
but her mind could see,
all the kindest hearts,
and the greatest thieves.

Brilliant like no other,
grand ties made us friends,
bonds with no known start,
never see an end.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

“Illiterate” was originally published on January 14, 2021 and published on SpillwordsPress on March 22,2021.


Breathless sighs, consume my peace,
panic steals all of my ease.
My own mind gives me advice,
serene thoughts may spark insight.

“Take a breath”, the voices said,
erasing my deep distress.
“But what for?”, I ask myself.
“To let go and gain control.”

Only air, nothing quite there,
treatment for all my despair.
Inhaling is all I need,
Exhaling my deepest grief.

Finally, the perfect cure,
comforting what feels unsure.
“Stop and breathe to clear bad days,
hope is just a breath away.”

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – August 16, 2022
Prompt – Breathless


Too strong to ask for help,
while knowing you are weak.
Too right to see the wrongs,
in all the lies you speak

Trendsetter paving paths,
expect for sheep to follow.
A solid stone-filled heart,
can only teach great sorrow

Proof in your hazel eyes,
filled up with fallen dreams.
Imprisoned hidden smiles,
muffle loud inner screams

It did not go your way,
manipulate the truth.
Point out imagined flaws,
hope no one mentions you

You can not show pure love,
that you have never known.
Can not emit warm light,
if cold is all you own

Pity towards your fine clan,
is what I feel inside.
They can not see your games,
or how you play their mind

Feel sorry for you too,
unspoken hurts cause pain.
Hope you can heal within,
attract much needed gain

One day our worlds may crash,
at intersecting roads.
Our lives perhaps aligned,
with no lingering holds.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #147 August 15, 2022


Guardian of dreams,
shines bright with white light,
calms my unheard screams,
protects me all night.

Owner of my heart,
with abilities
to create fine art,
then relive each scene.

Pushes back the hour
in any wound clock,
then proves his powers,
destroys every lock.

Repairs hearts again,
done effortlessly,
voice writes like a pen
so consistently.

Teaches me to paint
a transparent smile,
releasing restraints
with genuine style.

He wears many wounds
from battles with life,
resembles the moon,
builds towers from strife.

Grabs silk thread and vines,
to sew my torn wings,
together we climb,
close our eyes and fling.

I learn how to fly,
secure by his side,
floating past the sky,
he heals me inside.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Handmade (Published at The Writers Club)

A puppeteer,
happily laughs.
Eagerly steers,
a narrow path.

Pulling my strings,
making me fling,
giving me wings,
dance as he sings.

Well entertained,
as he creates.
Knowledge ingrained,
he gives as traits.

Gives me a life,
that he designs,
opens his eyes,
while closing mine.

A breath of light,
planted inside.
Provides insight,
serves as a guide.

Hides far behind,
thoughts in my mind,
feels undefined,
and so divine.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

My poem “Handmade ” was published on The Writers Club. I would like to thank their team for showcasing this piece.

Originally Published on July 14 , 2022

Helpful Note

The front doorbell rings,
my heart skips and springs,
sixth sense leaps then flings,
pure excitement sings.

I open the door,
nothing to explore,
then look at the floor,
feel chills touch my core.

Found an envelope,
instructions to cope,
instantly felt hope,
extended my scope.

It taught me the way,
to brighten my days,
keep ego at bay,
so happiness stays.

Never knew from who,
this message came through,
it changed my old views,
made me feel brand new.

Flew in like a dove,
straight from up above,
gave a gentle shove,
filled me up with love.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Written for RXC PROMPT #243 hosted by Reena

PromptSituation 2
The doorbell rings and your character answers it – finding nothing but an envelope with nothing on it. They open it and follow the instructions.


A little girl got her first shoes,
opened the bag but felt confused.
She wished for ones like her mother’s,
but got ones worn by her brother.

Tough little girl as strong as nails,
had a strong will and dreams that scaled.
she often played outside with kids,
but could not run since her shoes slid.

This little girl, she had no clue,
her innocence hid what was true,
she lived within a paradigm,
people in need were seen as grime.

The little girl became so wise,
took every chance, studied design,
she grew up strong created plans,
to help herself and give a hand.

Bright little girl worked hard to share,
inside she always seemed to care.
Built charities at her own cost,
contributed silent support.

That little girl grew up concerned,
promised herself she would return.
Providing shoes, one of her deeds,
so kids could run, hope, and exceed.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


The midnight blue sky,
opens a lit eye.
Bright mystical hues,
provides a clear view.

Moonbeams fill my soul,
so that I feel whole.
Together we shine,
our spirits combine.

Glitz captivates me,
to set senses free.
Clouds make us both blink,
I stare as you wink.

Guides from up above,
offer divine love.
As hopes become true,
I whisper “Thank you.”

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Moonwashed Weekly Challenge – August 9, 2022
Prompt – Captivating


Feel so flushed also displaced,
loose control of my own space,
slowly shift, balance my weight.
hear all emotions debate.

My face falls fast on the ground,
nervously I look around,
can not help but to stare down,
anxious smile becomes a frown.

So embarrassed, forced to see,
what your mind must think of me,
look at you to quickly find,
all the doubts I hold inside.

The floor turns into quicksand,
suddenly notice your hand,
showing me you understand,
ease my tremble, love expands.

Sweat beads swiftly spread throughout,
water moistens my dry mouth.
Inner strength appears to sprout,
confidence chases all doubts.

Stable forces grasp my feet,
with no room left for defeat.
Stand so solid on concrete,
self assured, whole and complete.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy


Cycle on this busy day,
so much work, no time for play.
A quick stop without delay,
run errands while on my way.

Park the bike, notice display,
silently stare and survey,
swallow details in dismay,
absorb joyful times today.

Know that all will be okay,
hope this feeling always stays.
Solid bonds will never sway,
signs appear where pure hearts lay.

Close both eyes, enjoy sun rays,
let bright thoughts chase off the grays.
Tinted laughs never decay,
memories of yesterday.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #146 August 08, 2022

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