May

by Charlottei aged 7

May is the month when I celebrate,
while fishermen are fishing
with their fish-foody bait.
I celebrate happily with balloons in the air,
while l party on,
my mother takes care.
The party turns out with bubbles and food,
everyone’s happy,
no one’s in a mood.
May, I love the month of May
when I dance and hop and skip and play.
The party ends with friends going home,
I open a Coke full of frothy foam.
I bang my head on the hard, hard wall,
my eyes stream out wet, salty drool.
I go to bed with the tunes of birds in my ears,
they wash away my tears and fears.

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