Dear,
You just born today
And remain only thirty one days
Am I correct?
Of course it's Canada day
And on the fourth
You bring us Independence
Is it true?
Thank you very much July
But it's very sad to hear
As you give us the Independence
And leave so soon.
Never mind, we keep a slight hope
Because you come again in the next year
With a different dress.
How good!
If the life too beautiful
Like a Calendar?
* To my poet friend and political activist Dave.Tanguay
Even though this is not my favorite month, Happy July, Nimal. A wistful little poem. I wish America a happy birthday. Freedom cannot be overestimated.My best to Dave. Warmest regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Irony hides under the skin of this most unusual poem which cleverly personalizes the month of July. Our July is wrapped in fog today and promises to give us all the rain we were denied during our January summer. Yours is probably hot and sticky. Reading one of your poems is like putting my hand in a lucky dip. I never know what little treasure I'll find. Love, Allie x x x x