Until December Poem by Joyce Hemsley

From May to December, how the months hurry by.
Tomorrow's the sad day, when we say 'goodbye'.
Moments were magical with you and your charms
My stay has been wonderful ~ alone in your arms.

But at dawn's early light, faraway I must flee,
To Canberra's fair City, a great place to be...
Where the bronze Ethos Statue points to the sky
I'll write to you daily; wipe the tear from your eye.

Please take this Rosary, a gift from my heart.
And sometime very soon, prayer may play a part.
The beads which are sacred, count the days as they go
And until next December you will haunt my mind so.