I Am Sure I Am the Oldest Too
The teacher whispered to me “I am older than you are, I know.”
I smiled at her eagerness, amazed at her honesty and her big blow….
I do not think so, I told her. As a matter of fact, I know you aren’t.
She said “I am sure I am.” Her name was Ms. Marnt.
I said, “I am just as sure that I am the oldest here.”
“I am sixty-two,” she whispered smugly in my ear.
I am pretty sure that 69 trumps sixty-two every time I said.
She was amazed, and her face got enormously red.
What are you still doing teaching? She asked in surprise.
This is my happy place I told her. It helps my brain waves rise.
She smiled at me and gave me a fist pump to the sky.
I gave her a large smile and a joyful wink from my hazel eye.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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