I don't like May - it's sad you see
Too many memories crowd in on me.
Some happy times there were, I know
But oh the sadness, can't let go.

A little girl with flowers fair
Running home, with tousled hair -
Mummy, Ive brought flowers, see-
Take them out, they're unlucky for me.

Was that when May became so bad,
A little girl who had been quite glad.

Years move on, still only a child,
She got it wrong , she wasn't wild.
And on that sunny day in May
They took her precious baby away.

So on the years go, with heavy heart,
She just got on, made a new start.

And so to the day, 5 years ago
Goodbye, Mum, I love you so.

They each left her in different ways,
She'll remember them to the end of her days.

Aaw Mazzy! What can I say?

May isn't good for me either - I'm always glad when its over. Forgetting isn't an option though. Thinking of you Mazzy.

Mazzy, Rowan ....... you are both stronger than you believe yourselves to be

The month is almost over: may your spirits be lifted soon ........