Fields of Spaghetti
That’s not my elephant, my granddaughter said,
as we came upon them at the zoo.
I asked her how she liked them. She misunderstood.
Why, Paw Paw, I don’t need another one,
I have one already.
Her name is Ella.
Ella what?
Ella phant silly.
Where do you keep her?
In my ‘magination, but she likes my dreams better.
She likes to walk through fields of spaghetti
and toss meatballs with the monkeys.
Fields of spaghetti?
Paw Paw…she drug out, exasperated.
You know it grows on a farm.
How do you know that?
The second graders told us….
They saw it.
I hushed then, thinking as we strolled.
How wonderful it is to grow old
with such imagination and the bill of rights
strengthening our “pursuit of happiness”,
no matter what it may be.
© 10 Jan 2011 For Matt Caliri's
That's not my elephant, contest.
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2011
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