Luck, be a Lady

Ling pretended that the snowflakes were apple blossoms

As she entwined cherry blossoms betwixt the strands

Of her perfectly coiffed, gloriously voluminous

Crimped and croissant-ed hair.

Her Taka-ashida geta wooden sandals chafed her feet

Yet were suited perfectly for the December weather

Exactly what she needed for Keeping her patchworked

Lovely hand-stitched kimono

Looking snazzy, prim and ladylike

Ling was ever so proud of this Kimono

After all, she had made it all by herself

Spending days working-in the apple and cherry

Blossoms, among the many lovely floral patterns

She pretended that the snowflakes along the

Sides of the road

Were, sunflowers, roses and forget-me-nots

Her glorious smile radiated happiness

Masking the butterflies in her quivering breast

Ling did not really need an umbrella

But if you looked close enough...closer...closer

You could see her fingers tightly gripping

A prop to still her beating heart

Hanging on to the umbrella for dear life

She looked forward keenly

To meeting her love in December

Long has he been gone to war

Oh, why must there be war, she thought

As her ravishing smile wavered a tiny bit

A month ago he had sent her a message

"Meet me in December, at our secret place"!

It was a cryptic message, written in haste

He forgot to say when

So she went every day at 4pm

And waited until 6

Two hours where they first met

And spent the happiest two hours many times after

Twenty days had passed as she kept smiling

People waved as she passed, smiling their good luck

"Will he ask her in December", they whispered

Please, she breathed to the sky

Let him be there today to,

"Ask me in December".

On the 21st of December at 4pm, there he stood

His uniform crisp, his hair turned a little grey

He was only thirty-one

What tragedy and pain had done this to him

She wrapped him in her arms

He hugged her tight

They cried and cried, each vowing

To make up for lost time

Together at last........

They both now asked each other

In that happy December warming glow

And every December ever after.....

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