No, sweetheart,
you aren't really from Venus,
nor is your mother,
but I will be sad
when you believe those
who say you can never fly that far.
Let's you and I
walk to the park,
where I'll push you on a swing,
and, while you're in the air
over sand and grass,
we'll pretend you smile and wave
from the evening's planet,
as I wave back to you,
this evening's star.