All of a sudden, my daughter Mary
wants me to write about February.
That was the month that used to be
the target of the year for me.
Although the shortest month of all
by count of days, it was no friend
because it never seemed to end,
proceeding at a maddening crawl.
It proved a challenge to my muse
that I could simply not refuse:
find out how many rhyming ways
could celebrate those dullard days.
That was before all Canada
began to shout and yell, “Hurrah!”
for Chinese New Year’s timely feasts,
rotating twelve symbolic beasts.
This Rabbit Year will be terrific -
Prosperous, healthy and prolific.
I wish us all a very Merry
Forty-seven and Nine this February.
Helen Heubi
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