Youth On The Wing

All little girls just have to know the whys of life and how things go, like why it is that birds must sing and why the flowers bloom in spring. Their mothers grow accustomed to the questions that they ask, but when they come and question you, you know it's quite some task. It's like the child I see today, a fragile bird in every way, who lately ruffles my surprise and looks me straight into the eyes. Is there a place for everything? she murmurs like a dove. Tell me father, if you know, where do they keep the love?