My poems have never rhymed. Even when I first started writing poetry during my depressed teenage angst years. I wrote this poem in my early 20’s. Near the end of my first torrid love affair after catching my love cheating on me. What better day to share it.
I thought when somebody told me he loved me
I'd feel like the Fourth of July.
So why was it only
April the First
When I finally heard it from you?
© 2016 Jan L. Mayes
excerpt from Gossamer: A Poetry Collection.
Jan L. Mayes
Author, audiologist, educator, quiet activist, playing with words.