Early work…

There is a writer in all of us. The major hurdle is just figuring what to write about. An earlier work came to me as a broke college student trying to find the right gift for his mom’s 50th birthday. Here’s to many more works ahead, but for now, I’d like to share this early work with you all. It’s a poem delivered several years ago this day, and perhaps it can provide further comfort to anyone hitting a major age milestone.

Turning Fifty…Around the Galaxy

Today my dear Mom turned fifty,

Which she does not find quite nifty.

So, I must undermine the terror of this number

By showing conversions that will ease her slumber.

Here on Earth, my sweet mother is fifty,

But this is only one planet you see.

Place her on Jupiter and she’s just four years old,

The carefree age of a preschooler I am told.

But wait, it certainly gets much better

Because on Mars she’ll be unfettered.

On this planet, my mom will be lost in bliss.

Wouldn’t you be at the age of twenty-six?

If you feel brave enough to venture,

Pluto is our next planet to measure.

With a simple toy, she’ll find loads of fun

Like all humans under the age of one.

By now, I certainly hope my mom can see

That age should mean nothing to both her and me.

However, what truly matters

Is that she’s the one that gave birth to me.

A gift I hope I can repay

With love larger than any galaxy.