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As She Talks To Angels - This is a Letter to Her Boys


If love was inherently easy

We'd have no need to explain divorce

Makes sense, right?

Just not the person you were meant to love.

Oops, my mistake.

And everybody packs up and moves on.

 

But what about other love?

Self-love

Mother-Child love

Best friend love

Picks up books for the fallen stranger in the hallway love

 

We box up love like a wondrous gift

And dont get me wrong - it absolutely is.

But havent ou ever once opened a beautiful gift and thought

"Holy Fuck...What do I...?"

"How do I...?"

"Man, I was not prepared for this."

 

But you look at it

In it's shiny gift wrapping

And all the people at the party are staring at you

Like you've just been handed the baby Jesus, himself

So what do you do?

 

You try to love it anyway

Even when you dont know how

Sometimes we love what we didnt know was fragile 

A little too strong

Sometimes we love them in all the wrong ways

Like trying to comb your hair with your toothbrush

And other times we honestly dont know what the hell to do

Or even where to start loving

But we know we want to

And we knew this beautiful gift we've been given deserves it.

Maybe she just didnt know how.

 

You see,  as it turns out

She never mentioned the word addiction 

In certain company

But she left the world behind

Her whole world. 

For company where she could - talking to angels.

 

All I could think was look at everything she threw away.

If she truly loved them...

But I realize now the girl did nothing but love

Perhaps she just didnt always know how.

She was handed two precious gifts

And took one look at them and said, "I have no idea what I'm doing"

But Im going to give it all I got

Because Im looking at the most beautiful thing this life will ever grant me

 

But the fact of the matter is 

That other parts of life weren't as easy to love.

Life makes love hard to give but baby, she tried.

 

"She kept a lock of hair in her pocket

She wore a cross around her neck.

They say the hair is from a little boy

The cross is from someone she had not met

Not yet"

 

But one should know that the greatest angels she ever spoke to were the ones she rocked to sleep at night,

The ones she kissed goodnight,

The ones she taught about women, life, and love.

 

Boys, make no mistake,

Love is a hard concept.

One that is not as simple as we pretend it is.

But when your mother looked at you,

She knew love was all you needed.

And she gave all she could 

In a mixed up world like ours.

 

 

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