You Must Be Forty Eight
I think leopard when I look at my hands.
I am spotted now, not freckles, age spots.
These are my grandmother’s hands.
Not a surprise as I am a grandmother.
Yesterday a young boy asked me if I had children.
I said yes.
He asked how old they are.
I said 49, 47 and a half and 42.
He said “Wow! You must be 48!”
The funniest part to this leopard is…..
He had previously told me that math is his best subject.
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