May carries the gravity of hope and the gap of vulnerability
The word acknowledges the speaker is a flower with no sway over the clouds
Petals unable to persuade the wind so buds resign in humility.
May ushers us to the roots of ancestral piety,
Often voiced with trembling throats and still sobriety
With quaking lips but steel spirit that bends not to preying doubts.
May holds hope hostage till promise is unbarred
Spring will turn to summer
Cries will be answered prayers
This earthly toil will bring forth divine reward
May is for my mother
May her joy be an ever flowing brook
May she grey with fervour
May the sun forever light her path
May the Son guard her heart
May her son forever hold her dear