JANUARY MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME
January 1960 must come or I’d not exist —
After the blizzard snow — bridesmaids in Christmas red.
New the bride — dark hair, pink lips.
Under the honeymoon a seed was sown —
Armed with words in her tiny fist.
Romance of my parents, both twins —
Yonder their September stars — I blow a kiss.
Contest - January acrostic
Sponsor - Michelle Faulkner
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019