The year my sister started school,
I thought my heart would break.
At first, I moped around all day,
Then a new friend I did make.
She would always come to play with me
Right after the bus had run.
She told me her name was Gloria
And she was a lot of fun.
I told my sister about my friend:
How pretty she was and smart,
And how she came to play with me
Whenever we were apart.
My sister ran from the bus stop fast
To meet my special friend.
“She’s gone,” I’d tell her every day,
“You just missed her again.”
Then momma finally told her why
Gloria was never there with me.
“She’s invisible,” my momma said,
“And only your sister can see.”
They’ve laughed for years because she ran
From the bus stop every day
To meet a girl who was not there;
She believed all I would say.
But I am the one who never laughed
At the story that was told.
She believed me about Gloria:
That’s worth more to me than gold.
copyright © 1999 by moleta ruth mccarter. all rights reserved.
