Too Many Questions : poems

Too Many Questions
by Twisted Heart

My child arises each morning
A million questions he has in his mind
I tell him to get a dictionary
In it , the answers he'll find.

So many questions are thrown at me
Who, when, where, how and why
And though I want to answer him
All I can do is to cry.

No sooner have I answered one
Another one's right on the way
They start first thing every morning
And continue all through the day.

He doesn't even draw a breath
Before another question is formed
I've been littered with all these inquiries
Almost since the day he was born.

So many questions, I have to answer
And I'm really not having much fun
Sometimes I have to ask myself
Am I sure that he is my son.

So each new day there are questions
They multiply and then make me weep
And I think that they just might stop
When My dear son falls fast asleep.

Why, Who, Where, When and How
He's asking me now as he dreams
I think the questions will finally stop
When he reaches the age of eighteen.

Then I'll send him off to a collage
Where they have teachers there for that task
And I hope they answer his questions
Before they send my son back.