“What’s a star, daddy?”
“A Sun,” he replied,
“Like our day-sun, much larger,
With gases inside–“
I’m afraid that I covered
An impolite yawn
And wished I hadn’t asked,
But when he went on:
“Each sun may have planets,
With houses and trees
And toy stores and street-lights,
And autos and seas,
With boys and girls on them,
About like the earth,”
I stood still and listened
For all I was worth!
by Ray Romine Sunday, February 3, 1952
