I wrote the following earlier, towards the end of April
AS MAY APPROACHES
May is fast approaching,
Not stealthily at all,
With clumsy feet she skips along.
Suggesting an imminent fall..
May advanced some years ago
In this foreboding way,
Surprising us unpleasantly,
As we only just reached the ninth day.
She smiled at us like sunshine,
Cheering us right down to our soul,
Then we heard a loud thunderclap,
Audible from North to South Pole.
The telephone rings, bad news to convey,
From one sibling to another.
May is now silent, hiding away,
While we hear of the loss of our brother.
May, she looks so sweet and serene,
As she starts to dance about,
Bringing the sunshine and warming all life,
A picture of loving no doubt.
She brought him here in her gentle arms,
Gave him the world to explore.
For many a year he enjoyed the gift,
But too soon he could do so no more.
May, you remind me of goodness and love,
Of new born lambs in the field,
Sadly too of times with less joy,
When not life but death you yield.