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