January is a letter Tied with ribbon and a name Bible verse, say it's to be better Seashells from the window frame Do you walk By the shore with your arms in a cradle Hearing the clock As it chimes through the dining table Everyday January is a teacup Painted flowers on the side Cracked and broken after Christmas Waning weakly in the light Do you wait For the glow to appear in this window Hands on the gate Will they grow to the shape (?) A joke they play February comes Sucking on its thumbs Apologizing For the rain that never came January is a mother Left you right before the dawn Wrapped in cotton warm in cover Never noticed since she's gone