But dâdâ laughed and said, "You are the silliest child I have known. If it came nearer, you would see how big the moon is."
I said, "Dâdâ, what nonsense they teach at your school! When mother bends her face down to kiss us does her face look very big?"
But still dâdâ says, "You are a stupid child."
CLOUDS AND WAVES
MOTHER, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me--
"We play from the time we wake till the day ends.
We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon.
I ask, "But, how am I to get up to you?" They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."
"My mother is waiting for me at home," I say. "How can I leave her and come?"