They say that April showers
Bring May flowers.
I think that this may be true,
But only if violets are blue.
Perhaps a vase of weeping willow
Bent in sorrow o’er a dampened pillow.
Between Mother’s Day
And the day of your birth
May can tend to be low in mirth.
You’ve been gone now for years and years.
It’s not fresh. I’m not often awash in tears.
But if there is going to be a time when I weep,
I can safely say it’ll be this week.
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