• April, my birthday again
    with showers bringing

    May flowers. Mayday
    and Mama's day, too.

    June comes too soon.
    We're let out of school again.

    July celebrates by
    bursting rays of joy.

    Barbeque and smoke fill
    the gentle August wind.

    September is much too tragic.
    All are forced to remember.

    Candy fills the mouths
    under the masks of October.

    November's so chilly.
    Snow angels flock our yards.

    January drops the ball while
    voices fill the littered streets.

    February, so short.
    Full of history, full of love.

    March is so green.
    Pinching jokes between friends.

    Oh, I can't believe it's
    April, my birthday again.