When we speak our truths
there are certain words we use,
words that help define and explain
who or what we are inside.
It wasn’t my intention
to get all philosophical, but love,
was something on my mind today.
Love must be at the top of my list,
it helps define my awkward attentiveness.
Love is my friend that interrupts thoughts
it wants to play and distract.
Frustrating and mad, love,
it’s my silent partner I keep to myself.
To be loved, is truly the most difficult.
It’s hard to hear someone say it.
I’ll keep working on my truths,
try to develop a better way of thinking.
My poems are my promised oaths,
they keep yesterday alive and relevant.
There is richness and depth when we love,
it means you’re important to someone else.
I care for you and I love you just the same.
Life couldn’t be more crystal clear
it’s a journey of accepted thoughts.
If love were something of value
its cost would be immeasurable.
Certainly there are other values
I could have use instead,
but I keep coming back to love.
There are no doubts.
to the path that is inherently inside of us.
Love stays awake in us all day
aware of each hour in our sleeplessness.
Love can be uncertain and frightening
it can hurt without warning.
Love is cautious and guarded.
Happy Mother’s Day