For December

#DizzyDecember

It’s been parte after parte for me
From day one, birthdays and weddings
Crashing into dates like a wrecking ball.
I’m dreaming, hoping for a secret santa
Money hangs on trees laughing at those who plan
‘Awon boys’ will soon hit out tarmac
Loaded with deathly promises
From the tools of shameful deeds
To win hearts and ween smiles
Leaving us to bury shadows
I will remember the departed ones
The saviour, the father and the friend
I will recollect bitterness from ages past
Swallow it and wash down with tears
But after the mourning comes January…

Vera