No Ma’am

So, when does one become a Ma’am?
I’d really like to know.
Is it the day your hair turns gray and
earlobes start to grow?

Or is it when your mind becomes
as fuzzy as your chin?
Or when you wildly celebrate that
tunic chic is in.

Is it the day you give away
your sleeveless shirts and tees?
Or when you shun all that involves
a bending of the knees.

Is it the time you switch from heels
to Nikes and to flats?
Or when a boyfriend loses out
to evenings with your cats.

Is it that moment when you note
your belts are getting smaller?
Or you enthuse the turtleneck
is now your favorite collar.

So, to Gen X, might I suggest,
have pity on us Grams.
and call us anything you like,
just please don’t call us Ma’am!