Curiosity

I wake to find you on my bed
Patient and biding your time
Waiting for my eyes to open
Signalling the end of the time that's mine

Now I belong to you once more
And you're desperate to know what I'll say
An answer to a burning question
That was the first thought of your day

"Why is it that the sun and moon
Sometimes share the same sky?"
And "Why do Eskimos touch noses
To say hello and goodbye?"

"How old do you have to be
Before you can count to a hundred?"
And "Do the people in the TV watch you
While you watch them?" he wonders

An undiluted stream of consciousness
Spills unfettered from your core
You bear no mind to right or wrong
Because you're only four!

Could there be a more beautiful sight
Waking up to his gorgeous beam
My inquisitive child perched on my bed
His curiosity flows like a stream

He's never stopped asking questions
Only now they're much more deep
Like, "Do I really have to get up?"
And, "What is there to eat?"