The ghost is eating pizza,nodding silentlyas if he approvesof our conversation.I wish he’d say something,anything--but he chooses not to,stays mum & sullen.It’s hard not to assumeyou’re responsiblein the faceof the silent treatment--But I’ll brush it off,focus my attention elsewhere& hope that, in time,he comes around.
My ten-year-old son gave me the first line, and approves of the resulting poem, though says he thinks it’s rather sad. This is for Corey’s prompt to the Real Toads: ALL IN THE FAMILY