I Like To Say How Come

I like to say How Come
My name is Jamie How come.
I like to ask “How Come?”
I like to say “What For?”
I like to ask “why? why?”
My name is Jamie How come.
“How come?, How Come?, How Come?”

Now we are here without our curious, curly headed boy.

Now we are asking “How Come?”
Now we are saying “What for?”
Now we are screaming “Why?” “Why?”

Maybe all your curiosity has been satisfied,
But ours has just begun.

How Come we’re without our little boy?
Why should we go on?
What is the reason for this horrible senseless tragedy to happen to you and to us?

We get no response.
No worldly or heavenly parent to quench our need to know the answers to these tough questions.

What used to be an innocent way of describing your curiosity about life, has become a torture chamber for ours.

My name is Jamie How come
I like to ask “How Come?”
I like to say “What For?”
I like to ask “why? why?”
My name is Jamie How come
“How come?, How Come?, How Come?”

June 8, 2002
Copyright 2002 Elene Bratton

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