My Girl

ImageMy two-year old announced with glee
so many years ago to me
when I grow big and you get little —
she glanced up from her story book
We can both be Goldilockses —
reality was on the hook

I watched this eager one begin
to philosophize on angels and pin
to find her way through space and time
This search is hers and yours and mine

Existentialism brings me down
When I simply look around
Can random be the explanation
for all this intricate creation?

I try loving the questions,
as Rilke said,
though sometimes
it just hurts my heart and my head
I seek to live with joy, and not dread
but I’d love to know the answers!


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