MY LOVE

With all the troubles facing us today… in our countries, our cities and our towns… why is it some people get so angry at how other people use pronouns? When surrounded by wars, poverty, hunger, abuse of power why does some people’s anger stem when other people prefer to be called he/him, she/her or they/them? Personally, if a person is loving, compassionate and caring if they treat everyone and the Earth with respect… I’ll call them any name they prefer… any label they select. I will call them by the pronouns they prefer… without asking their reasons why… but when I think of them and introduce them to others I find more beauty not in a pronoun but in the possessive adjective…my. When it comes to those I love… When love is the message I want to send… I prefer to say my wife, my children, my grandchildren… my niece, my nephew…my friend. Because for me that is where the wonder, the beauty, and the magic of life lie… When we know and love a person long enough that in our heart they become a my.