Papa, Can I go to the Moon?

And Papa said, belive in yourself, and work for it, for nothing is impossible for a willing heart!



I Can


As a child, we had this poem by Eliza Lee Cabot Follen; and now we recite this for Neil:

O, look at the moon!
She is shining up there;
O mother, she looks
Like a lamp in the air.


Last week she was smaller,
And shaped like a bow;
But now she's grown bigger,
And round as an O.


The moon used to fascinate us, and because of the questions, father took us to the planetarium @ Nehru Centre, Mumbai, started the year I was born!

Whenever we used to walk from the station home, my sister and myself would run with the moon, and the moon would be always ahead of us! Whereever we went, we could see it (it, he or she?), weather it be in our native place durign vactions, around our cousins house, or during outings, within and outside the country; and everywhere it kept changing day by day; and there was a cycle to its change.

Just as our life! we begin small, reach our blossom, and then into our old age, Child indeed is the father of man! There was so much to learn from the moon, and it was so much of fun, especially because it appeared to change everyday, when in fact it did not! Amazing.....

We were also advised: " Be not afraid of GROWING slowly,be afraid only of standing still"; There is nothing more painful, and boring than just standing still.

But the moon can repeat its cycle, why can't human being?