Today’s poem is a mark of respect and love for the most important person in my life!
Alright, poem starts in 3… 2… 1!
As they took me out to space, and put me in the ring. They said to me "Just break the face of that big slimy thing. For you are Earth's finest man, we know you are The One. Your punches are the highest, man! So come and get this done. Go battle for your glory now, and make your planet shine. Extend your winning story now! With your punches divine." I said, "Now wait a minute guys, you can't just make me fight! My heart my head my spirit don't just feel completely right! For every time I'm in the ring, I need my special balm. I need some super special good luck wishes from my Mom !" ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
That’s it! Thanks for reading edition 216 of Hello Universe.
Also I’ve been watching Pantheon which is a show about epic stakes for humanity. Watching it made me think of this poem which had elements of a high stakes fight in it, and so I shared it with you.
Is there a message you want to give to your Mom? If you do, please share it in the comments below.
That’s it for this week, see you next Tuesday!
I am grateful to God, for gifting me you as my son ❣️❣️❣️
My mother was college educated and progressive for a woman born in 1920. I often attribute her positive and selfless nature to her upbringing. She had 6 older brothers, lived in a house that was 500 years old with no running water or electricity. Her village in the mountain had perhaps 50 people and they all met outside a small church on Sunday to play music and dance. After dinner the women and children all walked and met at the cemetery to tend the graves, pay respect and support each other. Life was simple and most everything was handmade or later rationed....because of the war. Everything was shared in the village and nothing was wasted. People united. You don't forget these experiences apparently. My mother always collected pinecones or branches (even at 92) on her walks as that was how she grew up. She drank the vegetable water from her steamed veggies and gave away whatever someone wanted. She was always so happy which actually annoyed me as a High Schooler. I remember describing her as a smart Edith Bunker. What a stinker I was! Now I see how amazing it was to be grateful and happy for each and every thing that opens our eyes and hearts. I miss her and to this day when I have big news, she is the first person I would want to share it with. Thank you for the remembrance!