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.