It is Love

It is Love

Even a screamy mum. It is love.
It might the only language she took at childhood course.
But, it is love. In a Minionese language.

Even a speechless dad. It is love.
It must be the only choice he speaks. 
But, it is love. In a Ghost language.

Even an ignorant sibling. It is love.
It is the best way they cope with us. To comfort both sides.
But it is love. In a Cozy language.

Love has many different 'languages'
We dont have to understand all.
We just have to feel.

In family stuff,
Throw away 'head'.

Use heart. It will connect.