Ode To May
Ode to May
May is busy,
May’s a mess,
May is crazy,
I'm totally stressed.
Lunches, brunches,
Mother's Day.
Softball, baseball,
Teas, ballet.
Gifts and groceries
Checks to write. . .
Washing those uniforms
Late every night.
Signing this form and
Sending in that. . .
Five dozen cookies,
In two minutes flat.
Picnics and parties,
I love them, I do.
But May is a nightmare,
(Between me and you.)
Concerts and programs,
Recitals and shows,
Why all in May?
Are April and February such horrible bad terrible months to plan anything in in this town?
I digress, and I'm sorry,
I won't miss a thing.
I love every second
Of this jam-packed school spring!
But I'm counting the days,
Until next month arrives.
Saying, "Happy June 1!"
Once again, I’ve survived!
C.C., mid-May breakdown, 2006
Christy:
That's exactly how I was feeling this past month -- I see from the day that you wrote it 2 years ago, but funny, it still matches my feelings about May!!
thanks for sharing,
Chris Brown
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Thanks, Chris! Even though it was an old one, I still get that May feeling
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This is a perfect poem to represent the month of May for Moms of school-aged kids (I've got two!).
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