THE DRAGON

when I'm 33

By Margaret BrennanPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read

I saw him sneaking through the house,

He was twenty-two and quiet as a mouse.

"Where's my dad?" in a whisper he said.

"I've got to get passed him, or I'll be dead!"

"Just what did you do that he shouldn't know?"

And with that, raised his sleeve to put on a show.

There on his shoulder it was plain to be seen

Was a tattooed dragon, all red and green.

"Real neat?" he asked with an impish smirk,

As he showed me the detail and handiwork.

I asked when he'd show his father his arm.

He replied, "When I think it won't do any harm."

"And when do you think that just might be?"

He said just as quickly, "When I'm thirty-three!"

(another true story)

I am a 79-year old grandmother who loves to write, fish, and grab my camera to capture the beautiful scenery I see around me.

My husband and I found our paradise in Punta Gorda Florida where the weather always keeps us guessing.

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