poetry

Why

My mom becaused me when I whyed
I think I drove her bonkers
Her dementia was NOT payback
Because, you know, love conquers

I really didn’t how alot
I whyed and whyed and whyed
Now I who and date-of-birth
And where do you reside

My employer moneys me
It’s not my motivation
And when I nice those in my office
It’s for more than information

I love when people story me
Their travels far and near
And when older farmers farmer me
And tell of their John Deere

But let me backtrack to the whying
It’s just something that I do —
Other moves towards friendship
The more I understand you


This is my response to the W3 prompt this week. The prompt involved verbing words like “because”. Melissa provided a list of words and we could choose five.

I used: because, how, money, nice, and farmer (which I know now was a misread — it’s actually former).

11 thoughts on “Why

  1. Sally, this poem is fantastic! I love how you weave humor and warmth into your reflections on curiosity and connection. Your playful take on β€œwhy” really captures the essence of building friendships through understanding!

    ~David

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