"Why"


Mommie, why are the roses red?


Mommie, why is the grass green and the sky blue?
why does a spider have a web and not a house?
Daddy, why can't I play in your tool box?
Teacher, why do I have to read?

Mother, why can't I wear lipstick to the dance?
Daddy, why can't I stay out till midnight?
The other kids are.
Mother, why do you hate me?
Daddy, why don't the boys like me?

Why do I have to be so skinny?
why do I have braces, and wear glasses?
why do I have to be sixteen?
Mom, why do I have to graduate?

Dad, why do I have to grow up?
Mom, Dad, why do I have to leave?

Mom, why don't you write more often?
Dad, why do I miss my old friends?
Dad, why do you love me so much?
Dad, why did you spoil me? Your little girl is growing up.

Mom, why don't you visit?
Mom, why is it hard to make new friends?
Dad, why do I miss being at home?
Dad, why does my heart skip a beat, when he looks in my eyes?
Mom, why do my legs tremble when I hear his voice?

Mother, why is being in love the greatest feeling in the world?
Daddy, why don't you like to be called "gramps"?
Mother, why do my baby's tiny fingers cling so tightly to mine?

Mother, why do they have to grow up?
Daddy, why do they have to leave?
Why do I have to be called "grannie"?

Mommie, Daddy, why did you have to leave me?
"I need you".
why did my youth slip past me?
Why does my face show every smile that I have ever
given to a friend or stranger?
Why does my hair glisten a shiny silver?
Why do my hands tremble, when I bend to pick a flower?

Why, God, are the roses red?


Life is not always based on the answers we receive,
but the questions we ask.


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