The rain plops down.
The wind cuts bold.
The little plants shiver
in the damp…in the cold.
Yet it is May.
The little plants know
that this is the time
for them to grow.
So they lift their heads
from their chilly beds
to smile up at the sun,
and the joy they spread
from their flower bed
brings warmth to ev’ryone.
The light is breaking in the East
to push the dark away.
The morning offers, once again,
her gift of One New Day.
My Princess is a single cat.
She’s now my One and Only.
She pads around this quiet house.
I wonder if she’s lonely?
I’ve bought a new computer.
It’s Advanced Technology.
I hope that I can use it.
It is brighter far than me.
There are no plain instructions
that will teach you how to use it.
For in this modern day
you are expected to intuit.
Mother’s Day’s a day of peace.
Of loving. And forgiving.
For reconciliation.
And a rebirth for the living.
This day’s a blessing and a gift.
It comes to us quite free.
Whatever use we make of it
is up to you and me.
May’s a pretty little month.
She dances in quite sweetly.
She offers up her warmer days
both shyly and discretely.
My garden’s filled with mysteries
that wait to be discovered,
and filled with joyous things to see
that wait to be uncovered.
The Maple Leaf is flying high.
She bears her nation’s tale.
And proud proclaims to all the world:
This country’s Not for Sale.
Prince Harry lost his case in court.
He wants to whine and pout.
He thought he’d be forgiven.
But the Family’s holding out.
When he had his Princely Duty,
he decided to eschew it.
But now that time’s a-passin’
he must wish he didn’t do it.
