Question.

Let’s talk about questions,thoughts and emotions today.

Here is a not-so-recent poem I’ve written.I am actually kind of proud of it and hence wouldn’t be giving it much of an introduction and will let you jump right in.I hope you like it.

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my mother when I was 3,

“What you’re asking me,right  there,is a question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my teacher when I was 8,

“Anything followed by a question mark is a question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my best friend when I was 16,

“When you demand an answer,that is a question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked my love when I was 27,

“Will you marry me,is my question.”

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I asked myself when I was 32,

“Am I pregnant?” Yes,that is a question.

 

I thought I was done with questions,

And question marks and puzzles,

For good,but then.

 

“What exactly is a question?”

I saw my 3-year-old ask me,

Amidst the thunderous silence and shrapnel,

“Why?”That is the question.

I answered,picking up the last picture of my husband,

Unsure.Uncertain.

Everything was a question.

THIS POSTS’S QUESTION : What exactly do you think is a question? Comment below with what you think about it,I’d love to hear from you!