Love song

A nightingale
sings his songs of light,
serenading tales,
navigate her flight.

She feels his rhythm
synch to her heartbeat,
savory serum
makes her trip complete.

His lingering tone
always guides her home.
Never left alone,
even while she roams.

One darkened evening
as nerves shook and swayed,
his voice was leaving
deepest fears displayed.

How could she ever
fly a path so dim?
She let love drive her,
straight back home to him.

Rewinding his thoughts
reviewing her face,
a true lesson taught
one filled with pure grace.

Quickly embracing
then snuggling tight,
slowly exchanging
stories from that night.

“My ears could not hear,
my soul felt you near,
your song disappeared,
my path became clear,
I charged in full gear,
used love as a steer,
removed every fear,
instantly appeared.”

Happily relieved,
his full voice regained.
Their vibrations weaved
their love song retained.

– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy

September 21, 2021 43

Moving Forward

A little boy, made to shine shoes.
A little girl, singing the blues.
Both neglected and both abused,
without a choice but to be used.

Finding each other in sunlight,
forced to depart before the night.
Not giving up, or losing hope,
with every day learning to cope.

Enhanced each other, gaining strength,
providing love through any length.
They worked and sang, purely for tips,
escaped their lives, taking a trip.

So far away, they started new,
a unique world made to feel true.
Realizing thoughts can form their tale,
empowering sword helped them prevail.

Dying to all, yet still alive,
through chaos storms, they still survived.
Forgiving those they left behind,
not looking back, now redefined.

The life they left had made them strong.
Why should they concentrate on wrongs?
Instead, they killed all resentments,
made to forgive, not to ferment.

Focused on goals and future plans,
the kindest hearts lending their hands.
Blessed as their gains always expand,
knowing their dreams fall where they land.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

May 31, 2021 28

Honey

Bee sat on a rug, feeling warm and snug,
she cuddled up tight, then aimed for a bite.
Hearing a loud groan, distinct but unknown,
while shaken mid-air, she noticed a bear.

The bear looked so sad, this made her feel bad,
she did not intend to sting her soft friend.
Regretting the sting, apologizing
while empathizing, decided to sing.

“Sorry I hurt you
I lost my control,
the urge just arouse,
command it then stole.
I never imagined
my rug was on you,
and will never know
how stinger pierced through?
I want to assure
but not guarantee,
I will try my best
to hold my impulse deep.“

Bear still felt so bruised and downright confused,
bee thought his warm, hug belonged to a rug.
He cared for the bee, but just could not see,
how friendships repair, soon after despair.

He scratched his own head, with questions to shed,
if intentions are pure, can trust then be cured?
Is bee simply flawed, by nature’s stained law?
Is her greatest sin, defined by her sting?

“So sorry that you
did not understand.
Your rug is my fur,
your landing unplanned.
Tried welcoming you
and gave you a hug,
not knowing my strength,
it may have been snug.
Pain opened my eyes,
helped me realize,
that you did not mean
to disburse surprise.
I now understand
how instinct takes place,
you use it if threatened
never to betray.”

Clearing each other, heartbeats now flutter.
Skies, blue and sunny, friends sweet like honey.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

March 13, 2021 0