We Are A People
Poem By Cecelia Weir
My little daughter looks up at the new moon
And says, Look, Cookie Moon! And she’s right,
Someone has taken a great big bite!
Then she asks me why the sky is blue.
So I explain the molecules comprising air
And how they refract the light waves there.
So, darling, do you understand? I fondly ask.
No, she says, but don’t tell me again, let me rest.
Then adds, I think it’s 'cause I like blue the best.