Questions, Questions...

This poem of mine was in the top twelve shortlist for the Fife Bookfest poetry prize a few years ago.  No prize for me, but a great fun evening at the prize giving with lots of good feedback and a chance to meet friends old and new.

For this poem, you have to imagine that I am about five and curious about EVERYTHING!

 Questions, Questions...

Why are the flowers red, Mummy?
Why is the sea so blue?
What makes the grass grow green, Mummy?
I don't know, do you?

What can we have for tea, Mummy?
Why is it ALWAYS stew?
Can't we buy fish and chips, Mummy?
I don't know, do you?

Why is the TV broke, Mummy?
Why does the rent say "DUE"?
Why won't you buy me toys, Mummy?
I don't know, do you?

Why are we all alone, Mummy?
Why isn't Dad here too?
Will he be coming home, Mummy?
I don't know, do you?

Smart Phone?

Do you network, blog or post
To followers you’ll never host?
Are you games addiction rushing,
Angry birding, candy crushing?
Taking photos? Using apps?
Getting lost with sat nav maps?
Playing music? Watching vids
Of funny cats or screaming kids?
Your smart new phone will do it all!
So ... why is it you never call?