Tell Me

When Henry asks a question, If it's "I don't know" I voice, He counters with, "No, tell me," For he's sure I have a choice. But yesterday, his query I could answer right away. "Nana, why do you make up A poem every day?" "It makes me feel good," I replied. "It's something I do well." He thought about it, understanding (Far as I can tell). "When you grow up," I told him, "You will find what you can do." "What is it, Nana? Tell me!" Oh, I really wish I knew.

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Pat Adams

Date: 1/6/2019 10:52:00 AM

This poem is.......well it just makes me feel good. You've captured the innocence of youth as well as the adult interaction perfectly! Well done!....pat

Gershon Wolf

Date: 1/2/2019 9:27:00 AM

Ha, ha. THIS ONE needs no revision, my friend. It's just (perfectly) right. Touching, Nana!! :) gw

Jan Allison

Date: 12/29/2018 5:18:00 PM

aww how precious is this little boy Ilene, I love the innocence of children and the wonderful questions they ask:-) hugs Jan xx