Dear September Poem by Kerri White

I hope it's not too late
to put in a request.
You're a month away,
so maybe there's still time.

I can't remember a year
when you were good to me.
Not many months have been better,
but you hurt repetitively.

You've taken from me
people who can't be replaced
You've exaggerated their memories
and threw them in my face

You've taken the hands
I used to hold,
and without letting them age,
you let them grow cold.

You've taken happy moments
from many years ago
and turned them into a torture
that just won't let me go.

There's not a year I can recall
that in your thirty days of life
tears didn't fall from my eyes
a time when you didn't cause me strife.

Dear September, if it's possible
please go easy on me this time,
'cause the year's been hard already,
and this year, I think the smiles should be all mine.