To You My Gen Z’ers from Gen X

WE were super cool

much cooler than you, so eat my shorts

WE had a secrete code

street lights on time to take it inside

WE hung out together

outside in someone’s secrete treehouse

WE dared our stomachs

to explode with pop rocks and cream soda

WE had our own wheels

rode our bikes everywhere and anywhere

WE were explorers

of local caves, creeks, ponds and bridges

WE caught fireflies

barefoot in tall grass with mason jars

WE got our head rush

while we hung upside on monkey bars

WE touched the sky

with toes as our feet swung up high

WE may have aged

but your mom is still totally wickedly the bomb