Eight month went flying by

February ushered the Fall

In dead winter snow

A trip into despair

Pain was my companion

And an anxious whisper… why?

May was ‘our’ sweet encounter

Soft as the breeze in spring

Gentle like an ‘Angel wing’

The lights of June were dim

July took my voice

Blue August crushed my heart

September was the ‘magic’

O’ Sweet October  

I hold ‘you’ in my trembling heart

You promised to stay with me till the End

Hold my hand till it’s Time

For my hand to change into a wing and fly

 Marc J Kennedy