A poem.
For a relentlessly stubborn donkey artistic bee keeping supportive Mother.
Dear Mom,
What the hades?
I can't grow a garden,
Or dance on time.
I can't fix cars,
Or speel words that rime.
I still can't play chess,
Nor have I won any golden chattels.
But somehow you're there.
Despite the outcome of my battles.
In the times I have fallen,
Been left black blue and crying.
You've remained my biggest fan,
and it is your words I am recalling...
"Good times will come. The universe favors timing."
"Take a deep breath. Then get back to climbing."
"God is good, but he helps those who are trying."
"Don't be mean, and intend no harm."
"Always accept a hug, especially with two arms."
"Be kind to those around you, but son, take no poop."
"This too will pass."
and
"One day, you'll get over it."
")
I love you mom.
