Dearest Month of May,

Dearest month of May,
You in some ways make me decay
But I hope you know
For all you show…

Despite your nasty tests—
(my new desire to go west,
take off with the best,
kick back for some rest)—

May, I say
You are quite
something, today.

A play in the game
(Besides all the fame)
A reminder,
A binder,
Filled with the past
I am aghast…

You, my dear, mean
The end of this (scene),
The final call to the stage,
As a newfound sage.
Our knowledge cannot surmount
Those memories we cannot count.

May, I please add,
I am quite sad.
The soon to be grads…
Intellectual plaids…
Mom and Dad’s…

We move through our lives
That speed continues to rise
May, we step back
Look at the plaque

On which our names have been written.

Love,
Frances