I Don't Know

An Answer?

By John WelfordPublished 4 years ago • 1 min read

I don’t know why I can’t say it aloud

I don’t know why I don’t see my parents anymore

I don’t know why they don’t see me anymore

I don’t know why they won’t answer that question

I don’t know why I can’t ask them that question

I don’t know why I can’t put it into words

I don’t know why the words stop short in my throat

I don’t know why the words stop short in my heart

I don’t know why the words stop short in my soul

The answer is

There is no answer

There never has been an answer

And there never will be

John was a retired librarian, having spent most of his career in academic and industrial libraries.

He wrote on a number of subjects and also wrote stories as a member of the "Hinckley Scribblers".

Unfortunately John died in early July.

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