Questions

Where you were before birth,
you ask, watching me fry an egg.
‘Where do I go when I am dead?’
while we plant a tree
in the dark raw earth.
I can not tell you.
You play with a worm
and I don’t want you to know
how skeletons are made.
Why chickens lay eggs.

For now the mystery stays
with every run in the field,
new life emerging from nothing.
Hope is a breeze and so easily
you dream at nights of magic.
In your world is no greater pain
than a fall on the knee,
a bump on the head, a bleeding nose
and your tears
are soon kissed away.

One day you will see the belly
of the woman in the supermarket
and you will understand
that she is carrying a baby, ask
how it got there.
But for now she is just fat to you.
One day you will dig up the cat
that was buried before you were born
and you will understand
that worms ate the flesh.

But for now you know nothing.
But for now you know all.

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Comments on: "Questions" (12)

  1. Just beautiful, Ina…and the final couplet so true…

  2. Ahh, sweet innocence. I, too, love the final couplet.

  3. This is great Ina! And I have had many questions asked of my “wise” brain over the past week!! 😊

    At the risk of being boring I too like the final couplet L&H xx

    • Thank you very much, Christine. They can think of original things to ask! Why do fish have eyes, when it is dark under the surface… etc πŸ™‚ L&H xx

  4. Theo – “Why dont I like olives grandma?”
    Me – “I dont really know Theo, mybe theyre a little bit bitter”
    Theo – Why dont you really know
    Me (giving up) “Because I don’t”
    πŸ˜„πŸ˜„

  5. they are our teachers and you have worded their magic years so lovingly in your inimitable way…

  6. Ah, this is wonderful.

    Wouldn’t it be something to be able to re-capture that innocence of childhood again πŸ™‚

    Much love

    David xxx

    • Hi David, thank you very much, yes it would be nice, but then again, to know just a tiny bit more has its benefits as well πŸ™‚ Much love xxx

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