The Neglected Philanthropist
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Dear Son,
You have questions
like a two year old, over and over
you ask why
to the universe you live in,
and people around you.
Answers rarely come
and if they do
they are mere confessions
unwillingly given
“I don’t know”
When questions are unanswered
they don’t cower away
they don’t slither into the abyss of your consciousness
only to be forgotten
They wait, with patience and determination
Your mind is a glass of water
filled to the brim of these unanswered questions,
And yes, some spill.
Some leak out to allow room for others.
But in the end you can decide what gets to be left
unanswered
So wake up,
see the worth in asking questions,
see the worth in asking the right questions,
Because your middle school teacher was wrong.
There are stupid questions
But there are never stupid answers.
Facts don’t exist,
Nothing is indisputable.
Your answers are only a measurement.
A measurement of your knowledge and understanding at any given time,
and darling time will not wait for you to catch up,
he will continue to count his ticks and tocks
As he always has and always will.
Ask the right question,
find your own answers,
Because I need your help.
There are seven billion people living on me darling.
Three trillion trees, eight million species,
And I love you all the same.
I am giving you all I have,
Spoiling you with second chances.
Caving in to your cries for more,
Ignoring your disobedience and disrespect.
I have failed you darling.
A mother raises her son.
She creates, nurtures, and shapes him.
My beautiful boy, I am dying.
I can no longer come to your rescue,
I can no longer provide your deep need for more.
You are going to be on your own soon,
You are going to have nothing.
Help me love all of my children,
Because I can’t anymore.
Ask the right questions
find your own answers,
And find the beauty in the beast you have become.
Dear Mom,
I hear you.
I love you.
I am sorry.
I will.