Writing with Juliet Iwelunmor

Love doesn’t need translation. Not when it translates itself. Picture this, a little boy, almost 5 years old, in a grey shirt and blue pants, with arms outstretched as if reaching to the moon and stars above, and the words love you to the moon and back, written next to the moon and stars, and he looks back at you, with eyes that speak of a journey to the moon and stars and back, all just for you. These days my soul is silent, my tongue too, but love is the gift that keeps giving, from little boys whose eyes speak of love alone, the way love is like a moon, scattered with stars. Make it a habit to see love everywhere, so that when you are lost or find yourself anywhere or nowhere or even next to the moon and stars, at least you won’t be blind.