by Lisa

“Why” is a rude word.  Confrontational.  Never well-answered enough to settle the heart. Never really answered at all.

Why did she do that? Why do you do this? Why did that happen? Why did I say that? Why don’t I know?

I won’t ask the question any more.  I choose, for now, to take Why out for a long drive and set it loose on the edge of my mind.  Why can run free somewhere else.

Why eats too much and drinks too much and takes everything I have.

What do I have? I have Love, and Yes, and Take Your Time to Figure It Out, and You are D0ing Your Best,  gifts I give to myself and to the loves of my life.

That is enough.