Solomon Where Are You? by Raymond A. Foss
“She took away my invisible band
while we were in the middle of a song!”
Such was the exclamation, the shout
let out as I was walking up the stairs.
Oh if only Solomon were here,
he would have a field day,
answering the charge of the middle child
against her little sister, who was gleefully,
loudly, thundering past me up to their room.
He would know how to respond,
to diffuse the shouts, the anger,
the phantom squabble
over imaginary friends
July 30, 2007 14:03