a need for poetry

This tugged at my heartstrings...
aren't all of us begging for poetry?

“For several weeks, my three-year-old asked me the same question every evening: ‘Where does the sun go at night?’ I gave the same scientific explanation again and again, adding drawings, orange and lemon representations of a sunset, more details, fewer details – nothing would satisfy him. One night, I just got it. I told him that the sun was tired and ready to go to sleep, and that the night was his blanket with a few holes (the stars). He never asked again. He didn’t want science, he wanted poetry.”

via {cup of jo}
illustration via {paloma valdivia}