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