May
is for speaking the spring words
May
is for drawing the summer figures
May
is for a vacation beyond
May
turns into the flowers in the graveyard
No Mom no teddy bear
No Mom could simply bear
No Mom holds such a relief
A life after life
It is gone
all gone
Each family
how to get along
They say
it was the gun
the gun that shot your life
They say
It was the man
the man who wronged his belief
They have done
a lot of briefs
They have talked
a lot of ifs
If you choose to believe
You are much too naive
I only hold my grieves
upon a school of
to-be-determined lives