I asked ma how she was doing
She told me she’s over the hill
What’s that mean to you, ma?
She said fountains of eternal youth
Are always bound to spill
I told her ma you’re doing great
You don’t look a day over 40
She told me her muscles felt like sting rays
seas of her memory turbulent and murky
I asked her Ma
What’s your favorite memory, I’d really love to hear it
She said swimming at th...