Sunday, June 26, 2011


For as long as I can remember
a question has been resting
lightly behind my lips...

As a little girl.
I was an early talker
and everyone was either
charmed or fascinated
by the precocious mouthfuls of words
I casually tossed around...

And so when I began to fling
"why?" or "how?" or "who?" around
like a novice reporter
it was just as "precious"
for a while...

As you began to grow up a bit
the novelty becomes tedious...
but what do you do
with so many mouthfuls
of questions?

The real question, however,
is knowing when to ask
a question...
like most things in life
questions are about timing...

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