'Dear daddy,' said the wide eyed child,
"Please answer this for me.'
The father bent his head and smiled;
"I'll answer happily."

"Dear daddy," said the child and sighed,
"Why are we on this earth?"
The father thought and then replied,
"A miracle of birth."

"Dear daddy," said the child again,
"Please, why do people die?"
The father struggled to explain;
"So life can multiply."

"Dear daddy," said the child with care,
"Will I grow up like you?"
The father scratched his greying hair,
"No, you'll grow up like you.