What is it that I want to say?
Maybe how my love knows no bounds
how I am filled with so much love
that it hurts
Or how I can’t imagine my live
without you
For you who created the earth &
have my heart, what words can 
I say to thank you?
Perhaps a poem is nothing unless 
it stirs the heart to action
shifts neurons or releases
the clench we have over being
stuck in survival mode
What a gift to be an artist, for
to create is to praise this life.
And remind us why we are fighting to keep it.