THE ANSWER

Photo by S. Auberle

An old poem I may have posted long ago, but it's how I'm feeling today...

And when you 

finally sit them down,

these busy little souls

with stars and suns

shining in their eyes

they want to know everything--

like who tore that moon in half,

and does the wind sing

trees to sleep, 

and they believe you understand

what this world is all about

when, in fact, you know

less each day, and suddenly

it doesn't seem important

to know any more,

even though they're looking

at you for answers

and you can only reply

love, just love...

~  mimi