The Child's Question Poem by Bryan Sefton

The huge dark eyes
The head tilted
The wide open stare
Waiting for an answer
I think'how beautiful you are
How without flaw
Such beauty is physical
It is weapon like
Something that can be used
To strike a blow
To threaten, reward
Be given, Withdrawn

The question still hangs
The head tilts to the opposite
My reply will break the thread
The eyes smile
The stance changes
The look now says
'Well? Come on'
The reply can't be given
I look for alternatives
The answer must be vague
And keep you here