My Challenge

I have a little challenge

Concerning two months of the year,

One is the month of February

Immediately the next month appears.

You see I was born in February

It’s the love month of the year

But immediately thereafter

The month of my love is here.

Based on the month I named

I’m sure you know the next,

If I choose the former over the latter

I know my love won’t be vexed.

That is not really my challenge

For my challenge is with me

I love this girl so very much

To me it’s a mystery.

People see their birth month

As the best month of the year

But the fact of my wife’s birth month

For me makes that unclear.

You see for me it’s a toss up

Based on the love of my life

But March may inch ahead

Having produced my lovely wife.

How mushy-mushy can that be?

It’s not mushy-mushy at all,

 I just absolutely adore her

Since a “bread shop night”, I recall.

That shall remain with the witnesses

One of whom is now deceased,

The fact of the matter is

My love for Lyn has increased.

She means so much to me

Though often I do not show it

But after thirty-six and a half years

I do not intend to quit.

  

March edges February out

Though not by a long shot,

April and May are next

Our children’s births are in these slots.

Of these four months of the year

February, March, April and May

My wife and I share the first two

Next Michael and Lynelle in that way.

Maybe my challenge is not a challenge

If by now you catch my drift

And all that’s left to be said is

Happy birthday, Lyn, it's March 5^th.

Stewart Russell © March 2018