MY OWN REMINDER OF WHAT LOVE SHOULD BE

Words may be poignant.

Words may be strong.

They can be gentle

And can be wrong.

But if you cannot say

the words that you mean

If you aren’t allowed

to let go and scream

If you are told to

quiet yourself so

Then, how can you know

Oh, how can you know?

If others are afraid

of the words you might speak

Then, how can you blame them

or consider them weak?

One must be free

to speak precious thoughts

and wills must bend

to make room for them.

Written by: Cyndi Pressler

My very own Mom!