Born with the "Why?"

Why is it
     that I was born with the “why?”
And I really was
     ask my mom

It’s in me, central to my life
     Yet it irritates, frustrates
     even angers
     others
Don't they ask
     why?
Why not?

The answer is so important
     And must be evaluated,
     Is it worth the action that follows?

But first comes the why
What is it, the reason behind
     the action?
     the feeling?
     the knot in the stomach?
     the outburst of anger?
     the job move?
     the educational pursuits?
     the time spent doing ____?
     the kiss?
     the hug?
     the fist?
     the hit?
     the escape?
     the embrace?
     the joy?
     the pain?
     the courage?
     the endurance?
     the persistence?
Why?

And why change?
     Why grow?
     Why love?
     Why give?
     Why serve?
     Why risk?
     Why live?

King Jesus
     all my why's
     somehow lead back to you
     are related to you
     You gave me this life -- Why?

In Memorandum

You Would be Two

I don't know why I thought of you today
You would be two now

plus a couple of months
And your sister
older by at least nine

You would be laughing, dancing, running

Eyes full of light and life
talking, singing
Had you been allowed to live

Why did the thought of you, of both of you

come pouring at me today
Of how you left...
one, to who knows where
you locked in a room
your mother not allowed to feed you
till the cries grew weaker
and stopped
and you were taken and buried, only your father knows where
("father" NOT a title he is worthy of)

Your blood cries out

Probably your mom cries too
Why she went back to him
What's happening now
Is there another child
also in danger?
God save this one
If it's a boy, the father will let him live
Let him live, but please, save him from the father and his father