When we walk at night,
I ask, “What is a star?”
And daddy explains to me
All of them are
Suns like our own sun
That shinee during day,
But MANY times larger.
And farther away.
Of course, I believe him;
Of course he is right;
But if he doesn’t mind
I’ll go on every night
Pretending they’re fireflies!
With daddy’s star lore,
I think I feel littler
Than ever before.
by Ray Romine Sunday, February 3, 1952
