One Sister For Sale

When I was a little girl I loved to read poems from Shel Silverstein's Where the Sidewalk Ends. I love and remember many of them. The other day one rang in my mind.

One sister for sale!
One sister for sale!

One crying and spying young sister for sale!

I'm really not kidding,

So who'll start the bidding?
Do I hear a dollar?

A nickel?

A penny?

Oh, isn't there, isn't there any

One kid who will buy this old sister for sale,

This crying and spying young sister for sale?

Ryann comes running into the kitchen from the family room because Addy just picked up her toys exclaiming, "Mom Addy is doing great now we don't have to sale her!"

Not that we ever planned on putting Addy up for sale. But the big girls have asked if we could sale Ryann.

One sister for sale...One sister for sale...