The Question

The question
comes from young girl’s eyes:
“when do we go, and
why?” It’s the
why part that causes

her mother to stop.
She fiddles her bag
strap and lies.
Family of two
about to embark:

a journey
into the blue. None
notice the important
signals, but
her eyes tear, evade

inquiry, stare out
onto tarmac. A
bus pulls in,
they leave. Physical
realm, so hard at times,

so Mom taps
the spiritual within,
keeps smiling,
breathing, comforting
this strange
movement so

her daughter
gets a chance to figure it
out one step
at a time. Four years:
adult already.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

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