Freaking Me Out
Freaking me out
One day as I looked in the mirror
I saw that a third eye had appeared
In the middle of my face.
It was red, it was huge.
I was horrified by its proportions.
How could a 59-year-old still have zits upon their face?
I felt like a cyclops
A monster
It certainly did not make me feel pretty
A humbling thing, perhaps?
I did not feel so proud as to deserve it.
How do I walk around with this on my face?
Perhaps the Covid-mask that I was forced to wear would cover it up?
It did not.
There it was for all to see.
As I left the comfort and solitude of my bathroom,
I had to face my husband and my 4-year-old grandson.
Oliver was not known for his empathy.
He spoke his truth and spoke it well!
He took one look at my face,
As he scrunched up his sweet little face
A look of horror came over him
“Gramma, can you cover that up, its freaking me out?!”
We all burst out into a fit of laughter.
I went into the bathroom and grabbed a band-aid,
Laughing until it hurt,
I realized that day that children just speak the truth!
He said exactly what any adult was thinking.
We can’t let these little things wreck our day,
Just cover it up and move on!
Grace Daub January 11, 2022
Written for "Funny Memories Contest" sponsored by -Natasha L Scragg
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