Little Scientists
by Dabney Baldridge
Little scientists know the art
Of taking everything apart
To discover what it is that makes
A clock tick, what magic it takes
To start a fire, to feel its heat.
They wonder and ask on repeat
The question we cannot shy,
The continuous query, “Why?”
Why do birds fly, but fish swim?
Why are lights sometimes dim?
Why is winter cold and summer hot?
Why then? Why now? Why not?
Why do we have to sleep at night?
Why can’t I fly on the wind like a kite?
Why was Jesus a baby? Did he cry?
And why did Jesus have to die?
Little philosophers, little scientists,
Wonder and marvel, prod and persist,
Sometimes the answer is just, “Because.”
But other times, the answer does
Take time, years to unravel the words
To the truest story ever heard.
When we ask, only He can satisfy,
So, little scientists, keep asking “why.”
About the Poet
Dabney Baldridge is a stay-at-home mom of three young boys with another on the way who writes in the middle of the messiness of life to create beauty out of chaos. Her work appears in America’s Best Emerging Poets and Pennsylvania’s Best Emerging Poets by Z Publishing House.
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