Where Was She
I remember it as yesterday
the disastrous event
when I couldn’t find the dolly
that for Susie’s sock was meant.
My folks and all the others
had gathered there to see
the small school’s Christmas program
and community Christmas tree.
I came up on the darkened stage
in my role of Santa Claus.
I found Johnny’s skates and Nellie’s book
and then there was a pause.
Susie’s sock hangs lank and lean
as I search the flour-sack bag
for the doll I knew was in there.
My high spirits start to sag.
The seconds turned to minutes.
The minutes seemed like hours.
I wished the sky to fall on me
or at least some meteor showers.
I heard the teacher whisper,
“It’s okay. Get off the stage”.
I was the most downhearted Santa
of six years or any age.
Many, many years have passed
and it’s still a mystery
how that doll could hide herself
when I searched so desperately.
July 4, 11
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