A Dictionary Reborn

I want to make up words. 

Make up a praiseworthy word that has the robust decree of “HALLELUJAH!!” at a Baptist service,

Invent a word that has the uncomplicated innocence of a precious newborn’s first delectable coo.

A novel term that can abundantly express the untouched purity of the season’s first white snowfall that so regally resembles the distant and secluded Arctic tundra.

A word that can adequately illustrate the power and strength of the trusses and columns that support the wonder of the Brooklyn Bridge – boldly standing after more than a century of wear.

Create a new masterpiece with a word that will encompass the tranquility and serenity of the calming yet authoritative waves that crash into the sandy earth on every jagged shoreline obediently following its composer’s rhythmic instruction in deference.   

Design new and innovative choreography with my words to express that distinctive moment where you accomplish your seemingly impossible goals through the sacred grace of God and your untiring determination.

A word that embodies the unyielding hope in a mother’s tired eyes for her undeserving children and personifies the grandiose nature of her persistence and will.

I wish I could rip the pages out of Merriam-Webster and fill the emptiness of the blank bindings with all of these words for you.

A fresh and contemporary language that would be our own and that would demonstrate the vast and cosmic nature of my deep trenched thoughts towards you.

Untainted by man’s feeble interpretations and understood only in those silent and golden ephemeral moments when you so softly dole out cosquillas.

Words that have a magnificence that uplifts, and supports.

Words that demand attention and power.

Words that express pure admiration and adoration – the kind that soothes, comforts, and relaxes.

And most of all, words that exercise and challenge the boundaries of love. 

Words that hold more mass than Atlas’s shoulders,

Words that carry the influence and impact of Jesus’s death and resurrection,

And words that will be as emotional and immortalized as your wedding day pictures.

I would move the tectonic plates on earth for you, mami.

I just wish this confined language had the abundance of words – even just one solitary comprehensive word – to satisfactorily display the profound reverence, tenderness, and momentous regard I have for you.

For now there is only one expression in this language, and though I use it often, its nucleus of influence is filled to the brim with protons and neutrons weighing it down with significance and conviction.

The command of this phrase has conquered the levies that constrain them to three words on this page.

They have surpassed limitations and though I cannot rescript the languages of this earth and conceive a brilliant modern way to say it,

In their inadequacy, these words are all that I humbly have. 

I love you, mami. 

I love you.