Questions from a three year old
What is snow?
"Well. I suppose it looks like the clouds and is very cold."
Cold like the floor below? And what are clouds?
"Clouds are water droplets in the sky---that float,
Like cotton in the wind."
But then shouldn't they be warm like my quilt?
Why do we cry?
"Because there's something in our eyes."
My knee hurt when I fell off my bike.
There was water in my eyes.
"Sometimes our hearts hurt too
And pour themselves into our eyes."
What is love?
"This is love."
Asking questions?
"Yes and answering them."
But isn't there something more? Something harder to understand?
"It's love, Love. Something we'll never truly understand.
It's what we feel, it's what we give,
It's what we sink into unworried, unashamed, wholly,
Like drifting off to sleep.
It's what sets us free and holds us together,
It creates memories and believes in forever.
It transcends ages, colours, size and shape,
It makes us alive, it flows in our blood,
It's sweet surrender, it's chasing your heart,
It's freedom, a dove in the sky,
Only by loving can we hope to learn,
What is love."
I feel warm and safe and happy.
I love you dearly, Mommy.