Carmella May Sweet,
Climbed to her seat,
Up in the Question Mark tree.
She was given a task,
Her teacher had asked,
Just what she wanted to be?
As she wondered, “Why?”
Her brother played spy,
Watching her, way down below.
Grandma came home,
Daddy dug loam,
Her thinking was sorrily slow.
A small forest newt,
In a bright red suit,
Crawled happily in the shade.
The day would be through,
Before her decision was made.
The farmer next door,
Swept his barn floor.
As daylight turned to dark.
No answer yet clear,
Her dog was beginning to bark.
All day had passed.
She walked home at last.
Troubled ’bout who she would be.
She started to run,
An answer came through suddenly.
No need to decide,
But simply take pride.
In all that she is everyday.
So much of what’s you,
Is more than you do.
So this is all she could say:
I’m a sister, granddaughter, daughter and friend.
A neighbor, love Nature, these things have no end.
I think I’ll simply wait and see.
For now, I like just being me.
12 thoughts on “The Question Mark Tree”
Susan I’m lousy at critiquing. I honestly love this poem exactly as it is and that’s the truth! There’s nothing I would change. 🙂
I appreciate that and hope my illustrations hit the mark. So kind of you to comment…hopefully I’ll have a few drawings to share soon.
It’s a lovely fancy well woven with good sense. No problems …
Poem on … 🙂
Thanks Jamie…on to the artwork. 🙂
I do hope I can find the time…heck, I’ll make the time. 😉
I would say if the logic of the poem works, then so does the poem just as it now stands.
I appreciate your comment, John. As I reread it, I still like the message and flow.
Your blog with gardening tips will be one I hope to visit often. Thank-you.
Thanks…some Sunday afternoon playtime. 😉
I’m honored that you are following my blog, Not Pretending (to be sane). I know my granddaughters will enjoy reading yours along with me.
Happy Blogging 🙂
Thank-you. I, too, am pleased to have connected with you. Granddaughters are so special! 😉