Tug, tug
a tug on my skirt
What’s beauty? She asks
What’s love?
What’s happy? she says
What’s good?
I explain, with some joy, of these things that she asks.

Tug, tug.
a tug on my skirt
What’s ugly? she asks.
What’s hate?
What’s sadness? she says
What’s bad?
I sigh, and sit down, to explain that
beauty, love, happy, and good
are not the only things in this world.