Claire V. Bogdanos

I pull the words out of the air

There are so many words to share

Some words are good and kind and sweet

While some are mean, fierce, incomplete.

Of all the words I’ve ever used

I shy away from those confused

And try to stick to making sense

As nastiness has no defense.

I pray that God and I agree

Of all our words there are but three

That humans, angels, heaven too

All need to hear, that’s “I love you.”