Curious Poem by Qeeony Luv

Mom what is this?
Can I play with that?
Should I touch this?
May I eat that?
Will you kiss this?
Am I asking too much?
Do I bother you so?
When I make a mistake will you fault me?
When I lie will you preach me the truth?
When I fall will you be there to pick me up?
When I was born were you proud?
Was I held close and tender?
Or was it more like coarse and bark?
Am I someone you see the image of you?
Am I silly?
Am I wrong?
Am I a being that is small?
Do I cause you pain?
Are there thoughts of you not wanting me?
That can’t be true, can it?
When I grow up will I be this curious when I am so tall?