It happened in math—so silent, so still,
Not even a whisper, not even a quill.
The numbers danced on the board in white chalk,
When suddenly… my stomach spoke.
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This poem has me smiling like a cheshire cat! , so beautifully imagined love every bit thank you for this awsome share!
Are you Shel Silverstein's grandchild?
'Well, I checked with my mama, I checked with my dad, I checked with the milkman—now that was bad… No Shel in my tree, no fortune, no fame, But if my words spark a flicker of his flame, Then I'll scribble and rhyme with a grin on my face— Honored to chase him, but never replace!