Answer:
Men have one, women two, and when they become family, it’s three. What is it?
What flies without wings? What passes all things? What mends all sorrow? What brings the morrow?
Always old, sometimes new. Never sad, sometimes blue. Never empty, sometimes full. Never pushes, always pulls.
I am the outstretched fingers that seize and hold the wind. Wisdom flows from me in other hands. Upon me are sweet dreams dreamt, my merest touch brings laughter.
The sharp slim blade, that cuts the wind. What is it?
Almost everyone needs it, asks for it, gives it. But almost nobody takes it.
Difficult
Animal
Easy
Food
Funny
Kids
Logic
What am I?