What do I think about March?

Too many mixed feelings

Sadness, happiness, anger

Too many feelings to say

Why do I sometimes like March and other times I don't?

It's the month you were born

And it's the month I lost you.

I will never forget

Waking up on Monica's birthday

Finding out the worst news

Cries, sobs, and sreams all I remember.

Three days later

A dark, cloudy day

So many speeches, sadness is all I heard

Loud sobs and silent cries.

We all laid you at rest 

And we said our good-byes

It was over, you were gone.

Almost five years later

It's still the same

Cries mostly every night

Yet some smiles in between.

I cherish all of the memories I have

They're in my heart forever to keep

Sadly, your smile, the sound of your voice, and your laugh are slowly fading away.

How has it been almost five years

Since the day that we lost you?

They were right, time does fly.

That's what I think about March

Mixed feelings all over the place

Too many to say, too many to feel.