On Inquisitiveness

Mother holding child's hand

Mommy, why is the sky blue?

And Mommy, why do you do that job you do?

Well, little one, it is just because.

And well, I guess, that is just what Mommy does.

But, why do trees’ leaves turn from green to red?

And, why do I have hair on my head?

Well, I guess, because of fall.

And, I don’t know, go play ball!

But, I want to know why!

Why do things fall down and not up?

Why can’t baby brother drink from a cup?

Little one it is just because.

I don’t know….

I don’t know….

I don’t know the cause!

But, but, but, why do birds fly?

And, why can’t I lie?

Why are you Mom?

And, why am I me?

Can’t you tell?

Can’t you tell me why Mommy?

Little one I do not know it all;

But, I know it is tough to be so small!

The world is big and hard to understand;

And, I am here to hold your hand.

I can tell you this one thing I know…

I’ll help you find answers as you grow.

We will never find all the answers why;

And, that is no reason to fret or cry.

You are you and I am me.

And, that is all we need to be.

You love me and I love you;

And that, I know, will always, always be true.


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