Eunice was a good
old-fashioned woman
in a modern age
who easily might have taught
BF Skinner and social media influencers
some taut basic lessons
She knew that the human mind
worked in a way that
taking in the slimmest slice
of evidence
it
would construct not merely
a story but an entire
history
So one day when her young
vegetable-loathing son looked
down at his plate and saw Brussels
sprouts
only to ask 'What's that? '
She hesitated just for a second
before explaining
'Well, they look like giant green, round
jelly beans.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The stories we construct. Hopefully they are more than the people we tear down. Thank you for building up Eunice and a tribute to what she was.
Thank you so very much, Rob