My fair-haired one with eyes sky blue
In such innocence, looks up at you
Then begins that familiar little quest
Of a three year old's wondering at best.
Why did the sun not shine today?
When can I go out to play?
Why do birds build their house in a tree?
How come my sister's not as small as me?
Just when you think you can't answer another
A tiny voice replies, "I love you, Mother."
And looking so attentive all the while
Offers much contentment in that smile.
by
Sherry Campbell