My Mayday

When new engaged, my man and me, the toughest thing for us,

Was trying to decide a date. We’d much to be discussed.

“All girls hope for June,” he said. “And you must want it, too.”

I shrugged cause what I looked for was the whole thing to be through.

Then dad, a man direct and kind, took both of us aside,

“You know you want to marry and to be a groom and bride,

“And June is months away. You, each, the other one adores,

“You know you want to marry, what th’hell you waiting for?”

We blinked. Then saw he had a point, my wise and forthright Pa,

“What are we waiting for?” he asked. (Dad’s future son-in-law.)

And so we moved the wedding up by eight and forty days,

To May the first, in point of fact. Or May-Day, to rephrase.

And here’s the funny part because my goofy, Charming Prince...

I hope it’s love, but he has hollered ‘Mayday’! ever since.

Each month, our Karen and her team
We all write poems on a theme,
And now, you see, it's up to you
To go and read the others, too!

Karen of Baking In A Tornado: May Day, Mayday

Dawn of Cognitive Script: May Day