Buddy Has A Question

He came with wild eyes,

My grandson of two,

I could see he meant business

And my time with him due.

So he stopped with a thump

At the end of my chair,

Placed his hands down real hard

And gave me a stare.

He opened his mouth,

I was anxious to hear

Just what he had cookin’

Under his strawberry blonde hair.

Then out of his mouth

Came a question for sages.

One of such poignance

That transcends all ages.

He asked it so clearly

Each word carefully placed.

It was direct and concise,

He looked right at my face.

My silent reaction

Caused me to fret,

His look grew more anxious

I started to sweat.

Then out of his mouth

Came that question once more!

The same exact words,

I had heard them before.

The words were not formed, yet.

Just vowel sounds and blurbles.

With innocence he formed

These baby like gurgles.

Bud knew what he wanted

His intent crystal clear.

And could not understand

Why Pa just sat there.

Then, he ran away quickly,

His Mother to find.

To answer the question

On his two year old mind.

I sat there so helpless,

But loved him the more.

Bud would talk soon

Of that I was sure.

We do have our talks,

The words they are few.

But, I know who Bud is,

And he knows his Pa, too.