6-7

When we picked up our grandson

From sleepaway camp,

A few new expressions

Had managed to stamp

 

Themselves on his psyche –

6-7 was one,

Its sing-songy rhythm

A part of the fun.

 

He tried to explain it –

I couldn’t quite get it.

It stuck in my head, though;

I couldn’t forget it.

 

It’s an internet meme,

Maybe based on a song.

If you Google it, you’ll be

Confused before long.

 

For my grandson’s 12^th birthday

I stitched up a gift

Of 6-7 in felt;

His reaction was swift.

 

He laughed and I knew

My idea was a smash,

But he pointed out, “Nana,

You don’t need the dash.”

 

I guess I’m not hip to

The trends of today.

Still, my grandson will teach me

And that is okay.