Growing Up

Ever have this feeling:  "Wait a minute, how did I get to be the grown up?"?  I have that feeling a lot, even though I've recently begun cheating to avoid bi-focals, and even though I have my grandma's legs (if you're wondering what that means, think blue and spidery).  Here's a poem about that feeling of finding oneself in the position of being The Grown-up of the House.

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