We Are the People of Time

Monday is still asleep,

Tuesday tries to wake him gently,

when she can.

Wednesday doesn't know what to think,

he's very emotional.

Thursday councils him to no avail.

Friday is quite a handful,

but a cute one,

for she is the baby.

Saturday tries to be a "good boy"

yet he doesn't even know what that is.

Sunday, well, she is a stay at home mom,

that lost her husband to a war way back when. She prays day and night that

her children will have good lives,

but she does not believe it is possible.


January is the oldest of the months,

though he doesn't really care.

February is a hoplessly lost romantic.

March is lucky, but far too realistic for her taste. April dances across the lawn

in the rain

and smiles all the time,

even when she is not happy in the slightest.

May is haughty and he doesn't get it.

June sings songs outside of July's window,

he is trying to win her heart.

August, the loner,

does well in school and carries a million issues. September secretly loves him,

but is too shy to say.

October the prankster pranks us all

but never gets into trouble.

November is thankful

for the tears and laughs alike

but not for himself.

As for myself,

I am December,

they say I am low-key with a heart of gold,

but I think not.


In a way we are a family

and we mean the world to each other.

Though we do not share the blood,

we fight,

we cry,

we bleed,

we tear each other apart

when the  moment feels right.

One day people will  know

just who we are, but for now,

I guess this is as good as it gets.


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Completely inspired by the Children of Time on the blog Iwrotethisforyou.me