I remember January, with sky the color of my childhood toys
I remember February, with its green clothes, and scent of spring.
I remember March, my first trip to the river and the smile of the fish.
I remember April, that Sunday you broke your promise and broke me.
I remember May, the garden of apple trees, oh… hiding under trees.
I remember June, hot days and cold ice cream, taking breaks under Mulberry trees.
I remember July, the sad days I passed in a cage of pain.
I remember August, you opened doors of hopes.
I remember September, losing Dad, a disaster.
I remember October’s long nights, I was so alone I even lost my shadow
I remember November’s Fridays, hoping to see you on Saturday.
I remember December’s coldest days.