I waited in January
Concentrated on February
And cried a lot in March
I lived most in April
Watching myself grow
Although the times were harsh
I had fun in May
Played with horses and hay
Although thinking of you almost everyday
I ate most in June
Turning tears into tunes
Wishing that you might be coming home soon
I prayed in July
Asked you to come by
But you did not respond
Making me wonder why
I changed most in August
Became humble and modest
It was in the summer
It felt like the hottest
I sang in September
Laughed in October
Played more in November
As I started over
Because the nights were long
Since you were gone.
As I can remember,
You left in December.
*Dedicated to Abraham Eligio-Cordero*
(January, 1971-December, 2000)
