Questions

You ask me

“What are you afraid of?”

“What do you fear?”

If you asked me this question

A year ago...

Two years ago...

Three years ago...

I am sure that I would have had

A different answer for you.

But you ask me this question today

And like many other various stop overs

Throughout my life

I would give you the same answer then

As I give you now.

“Nothing.”

This is true and heartfelt

And as real as your question.

But I do add the cherry on top.

The sweet

Sugar syrup afterthought.

“Well,

Maybe my kids growing up

So fast.”

I want to enjoy

The moments with these children.

Yet minutes

And hours

And days are stolen from me.

I watch them grow in chapters

Instead of pages.

This final answer to your question

At this time

Is real and heartfelt

And true.