THE CHILDREN OF TIME
January
has issues with her mother, February is always talking about
things he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets
and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest
and July always has an opinion on everything. August never
stops trying to do the right thing, even if he doesn't
always know what that is. September once saw something so sad,
she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone,
vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not
for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is
tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped
believing.
Monday's obviously a b.astard,
quite literally as dad can't remember what or who he was
doing. Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay
on her good side. Wednesday doesn't say much and Thursday
sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love.
Friday's always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other
tightly until their delirium fades.
But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her
eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart
that really, she's the dawn.