March on.
March, the month spring break is always in,
doesn’t really feel like spring.
March on.
It’s snowing here, icy and cool,
a delay quickly turned to no school.
March on.
My dog is healing with medicine and rest
we are all exhausted, trying our best.
March on.
No hot water this morning, I tried not to cry
as I watched my water heater leak and die.*
March on.
March on.
*Well, I guess you could call it lucky
That I am home today,
and the plumber was available to come right away
but lucky is not exactly the word I’d like to say.
On a Thought 
I am so sorry! I have had days like that! Look at it this way – at least you you created a poem and got a new water heater. March on indeed!
Oh, no! Not lucky. Bug you march on… and write about it!
Oof! March has come in like a lion. I enjoyed your poem, but I am very, very sorry about your hot water heater. That happened to us not too long ago.
Oh no… That’s a yucky week to follow one where you got to drive somewhere warm for a few days. Here’s hoping the rest of March goes better!
Big hugs for a not so good week. I hope you all rest and feel better. And glad your hot water heater could at least get fixed quickly!
Love the rhyming ending with a nod to the lepreuchans. March on is right…. Hope your doggie is on the mend.
oh, so sorry. Yay on the poem!
Not such a good month, but a great poem that gives off a sense of positivity.