A Simple Question

I asked God, what is my purpose?

There was nothing, but the stillness of time

I asked Allah, what is my purpose? 

There was nothing, but the stillness of time

I asked the Buddha, what is my purpose?

There was nothing, but the stillness of time

I asked my daughter,  what is my purpose?

She said, with a wrinkled brow 

To be my Dad, of course 

To have met & married my Mam

And be a good friend

to those who need a good friend

Is that not enough?

 

She squeezed my hand

Time moved on

and our matching smiles 

answered the simple question

of my very creation 

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 28th Jun 2022 22:17

Thank you, as always, Holden, John, Linda & Stephen for the heavenly comments! My wise (sometimes...)daughter likes them too! 😊.

And thank you to everyone for reading & striking the Like button! 🌈🌷

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 28th Jun 2022 21:42

A heavenly poem, Stephen, even if that place was put in the shade by your daughter.

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Linda Cosgriff

Tue 28th Jun 2022 17:07

Aw, that's lovely! Out of the mouths of babes...

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John Botterill

Tue 28th Jun 2022 07:12

I love thie simple structure, the deep meaning and the 'matching smiles!'
A classic, Stephen.

Holden Moncrieff

Tue 28th Jun 2022 00:36

A profound and moving poem, Stephen! 🌷

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