Gibberish

She is sure it was a question,
It must have been.
There were the wide-open eyes,
And the little turned up word at the end.

"Come on Mairi you know the answer." The woman says.
Mairi is sure she does.
She runs up the flight of stairs into her mind
She knows she has it somewhere
But there are phrases and bits of words everywhere.
She looks under the colour of grass,
And how to wash your hands,
But the answer isn't there.

The woman grows impatient,
So Mairi grabs anything
Runs down the steps
And tells her what's on TV on Tuesdays.
This isn't right, you can tell by the woman's face.

So she runs up into her mind and searches again.
Then she finds the answer and hurries down to the door,
Holding it tight so it can't escape.
But when she gets down,
The woman has moved on to something else -
And the answer is gibberish.