Why?
written by: Mary Daurio
@DaurioMary
How many times the question asked?
To what end?
Simple explanations for little cares,
Always easy to find an answer there.
How about the mighty fears?
Travelled down a million years.
In the mirror, I see my face.
And wonder why.
No, not to wash my face or brush my teeth.
Why at all am I here?
Taking space in this place.
Wise men and fools wade in.
God is strangely silent of late.
The sun sets in the east,
no west.
However He would like a shimmer on green best.
Why did He bother with mortal men?
A Bitter disappointment in the end.
I’ll ask you and you’ll ask me.
Around the table, the universe unfolds.
Do you believe everything you are told?
Why?
Mary Daurio, a retired nurse, mother and grandmother, is studying creative writing at Brock U while working on short stories, poetry and two novels. One a coming of age, the other a track mystery, attempting a Dick Francis style. She enjoys time with family, playing the flute, walking her dog, riding her horse and, of course, writing— Shoveling snow and dishes not so much. Her work has appeared online and in print in Grey Borders Magazine, Friday Flash Fiction, Cafelit, Medium, Pure Slush, Agape Review, Vocal, Ghost Orchid Press, Spillwords Press, The Fictional Café, Harrowsmith Magazine, and Adelaide’s magazine.
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