The Mile of May

With meek evenings like this one,
We may recall Marvelous moments of the month;
We may reminisce Miraculous things in our minds;
Or we may still remember the Mournful missives of a matriarch mother.

When May moves into the market of months,
Many mimic the music of some musicians,
To make merry of our Mothers, who mothered us,
And to mint the gratitude of the multitude.

Yet in the mile of May, we met many May markers;
While minimizing the major noise machines in May.
But in between the mild makeshift moments of May;
And between the modest margins of our measures;
The main market maneuvers in May were marked.

Maybe it's not just a month of methods;
Maybe it's not just a matter of miles;
Maybe it's not just a member's memory.
Maybe we should mark our Maker's magnanimity,
By mirroring the magnificence of this memorable May.
With these many millions of marching minutes,
I trust you had a memorable May.

May it be well with you and your family 🌹🌸🌺
Greetings from me to you
©KYB ✍🏿31/05/23