Come November And December Poem by Audrey Heller

When it's time for your birthday,
it tears me up inside. I try not to
show it, but tears you cannot
hide. I start getting lonesome,
as I'd share, that day with you.
All that has changed, for I'm
always feeling blue. How many
times I'd reiterate, November
and December, are the worst
months, I have to endure. One
of them was happy and the other
one, obscure. Every year, this
happens. It's one of the things,
that takes place. But come
November and December, it
gets harder and harder, for me
to face!