When I was eighty
I was a spring chicken.
Floated on air,
Danced in my kitchen.

When I was ninety
I thought it was time to
Stop flirting, get married
And out of my nightie.

Now that I’m a hundred,
I still haven’t yet seen
The seven world wonders.
(The eighth one is me!)

When I get to be
A hundred and ten 
That’s when you can call me.
An Old Mother Hen!

Sislyn Peters
2024