You have blossomed into quite the existentialist
And your eyes are
As open as they will ever be
At only four years
You see a rainbow’s array of curiosity
Who was the first mama?
Can you put a bandaid on someone’s feelings?
One day when I’m a mama can I love my baby the way you love me?
What happens if you dig a hole and just keep digging?
What is in the middle of everything?
How close are the stars?
If there were answers to each of your ponderings
Then your wonder
May fade into cities and sidewalks
But to lead a path guided by questions
Is to honor your miracle
And to ask is to unfold your life into
My Daughter ask another Question
For you are magic