by Glen Martin Fitch
Enthroned within her realm
she asks me "Why?"
(I can’t recall
now what she wants to know.)
I answer logically.
"But why?"
I lie this time.
(a phase? a game?)
I let it go.
"But whyyyyyyy?”
She asks again.
I feel attacked.
My face turns red.
I glare.
I clench my jaws.
(If I were you
I would have gotten smacked.)
I use the default setting,
"Just because."
Well, "Why?" indeed.
Don't we all fret and strive to know?
But get the answer--nothing's solved.
I've seen
injustice and addictions thrive.
Small comfort,
waste of time,
and what's resolved?
But asking,
(Joy!)
her learning has begun.
"Not all 'Why questions'
have an answer, Hon'."
From:
8/11
Copyright ©:
Glen Martin Fitch
Last updated August 23, 2011