As February slowly fades,
The curtains are slowly pulled down;
So much we planned to achieve,
Not a quarter-mile we have gone.
For breath our nostrils draw freely,
For distance our legs never cease to travel;
For things our hands never fail to grasp,
We have not much to say than Thank You.
For goals yet unachievable,
Faith we have to see them come to pass;
For as it dawns to a bright new day,
Your strength our feeble bodies receive.
We patiently wait to see the light,
As the curtains are raised to reveal it’s brightness;
Oh March, how I’ve longed to see you,
‘Cause your presence keeps me going.
©Composed and Written by Phebe Olaniran