This is the sixth and final one in Laurel Blossom’s poems that accompany my drawings in the “What Where When How Who Why” series. This is really the last one. We thought we had already done “Why” but somehow it was overlooked. Why? I don’t know.
WHY IS THE QUESTION? (Laurel Blossom)
Why is it even a question
We all know why.
Why, don’t we?