One of my poetry collections is a particular treasure because of its history. My aunt, Ruth Margaret Simpson Robinson, graduated (as I also did) from Westminster College in New Wilmington, Pennsylvania. At Westminster, a Chi Omega sorority sister of Aunt Ruth was Eleanor Graham Vance (1908-1985) who became a teacher and a writer; one of her biographical sketches mentions that she wrote for both children and adults, seeing many similarities between them. Aunt Ruth passed on to me her personally-inscribed copy of Eleanor Graham's 1939 collection, For These Moments, and in it I have found a poem with a tiny bit of arithmetic. I offer it here to you.