Julien Goulet Poet Rhyme

Calendar

In January 
With Mother Mary
We wed down at the chapel

In February 
Cold and airy
Your cheeks as red as apple

And in mid March
Under a golden arch
You said we would have a daughter

But then come April
A spring too fatal
For we had quickly lost her

In late May
I heard you say
We would be forever 

Although in June
It came to soon
We were not together

At the end of July
I saw you cry
Through your open window 

Then in August
You never saw this
I threw away your pillow

In September 
I still remember 
I got the call I dread

And in October
No longer sober
They found you cold and dead

In November 
To control my temper
I enjoyed the end of fall

Lastly in December 
Your darkened dying ember
I could not picture you at all

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