Leaping

Each four years, we get special day,To use to go to work, or rest, or play,The twenty-ninth of February dawns,Aaand . . . we greet it with our normal blinks and yawns.
My brother’s friend was born upon that day,Couldn’t celebrate each year, needless to say,But on her day, her friends, a fuss did make,Her sixteenth. With four candles on her cake!
My brother and his wife chose Leap Year, then,Decided then to marry way back when,So now I know that Leap Year is upon,By looking at the years through which they’ve gone.
But leap year’s most especial now to me,And had been for a lot of years. You seeIt was during leap year Husby and I wed,Started sharing everything from ‘eh’ to ‘zed’.
I know it is just one day in each year four,But I understand much better than before...There’s other days each year that higher rate,But for a whole year this we celebrate!
Cause Monday’s do get knocked a lot,With poetry, we all besoughtTo try to make the week beginWith pleasant thoughts,Perhaps a grin?So all of us together, weHave crafted poems for you to see.And now you’ve read what we have wrought...Did we help?Or did we not?!
Jenny
Mimi
Mother Owl
Merry Mae
Next week, and it will be perfection,
We’ll talk all our vast connections.