Love? What love?
I see no love in that month
I see no one merry,
And no blessings from above!
February is the cruelest month,
There is no time of glee.
Two of the Februaries in my teenage life,
Have only brought me tragedy.
And, I don't mean that I'm jealous,
That I don't have a guy to call my own,
I've lost family members dearto me,
That left me all alone.
In the February that changes were beginning,
And I was almost at the mountain heights,
My dear, sweet Grandfather left me,
And I was the last to tell him goodbye.
Though I knew his time to leave was near,
I kept telling myself, "no."
And when he died I cried in sorrow thinking,
"How could someone so precious and dear ever go?"
In time, I was able to heal my wounds,
And thought of my Grandfather's infinite love.
Someday I would join him soon,
In the world up above.
Then, just last year,
On the day after Valentine's Day.
I went outside to watch my dog, Reece,
To see her run and play
So, I let her go off on her own.
Although then I did not know,
That my precious dog, Reece,
Would be killed by the pavement stone.
Once again my heart was broken.
Once again I was confused.
Another dear one died in February,
Another dear life through.
But then I shead another tear,
When I realized a certain truth.
Reece was gone forever,
I would not see her when my life is through.
Animals have no salvation,
When they die, they become ground.
They will not be rescued,
When the great trumpet sounds.
All of this in two Februaries.
A very cruel joke on me.
And today, I still wonder,
"How could all of this be?"
So, as your own Februaries approach,
And you receive your "blessings" from above.
Just remember the story of my two Februaries,
And that tragedies could happen to someone you love.