THE MONTH OF MAY

by KATMAC Wed Apr 23, 2008 8:08 pm

This is the Mother's month
The May of Mary's own
When prayers, like new bloomed flowers
On Autumn winds are blown.

For her these light lit lamps,
For her these hardy buds
That chanced the early frosts
Hers all the joy that studs.

Her altered May
The northern air is warm
And sweet its gardens' fruit
To crown her grace this time.

And birds her brightest flute
For her this mantled May
For her this singing joy
But here our nature's face.

Has blushed and hid as coy
In Mary's May
Upon the Autumn grasses
The frost is hung like gems.

The morning's icy stillness
Is clear as Bethlehem's
Upon the night of Birth.

For her the clean-given gifts
For her this Southern month
And clear our praising lifts
in frosty May.

by JHON CREATIVE III Wed Apr 23, 2008 10:38 pm

HEHEHHE GALING MO TALAGA SIS KHAT

THE MONTH OF MAY

THE MONTH OF MAY

Mothers day nga