May Day

Today is my 39th wedding anniversary.

Easy to remember, right? May Day?
Never forget the flowers.

I have great memories of that day
and of the many celebrations since,
Three kids, four grandkids, and counting...

My earliest memory of May Day, though,
comes from carrying the red flag
for a few minutes, at a May Day
parade. I was six or seven, and
my grandmother, a card carrying Communist,
was walking next to me, and she gave it to me.
She was so proud, so proud...

This was more than fifty years ago
back in Transnistria, which at that time
was simply Moldova, but today might be
next on the tyrant's checklist.

What a May Day it was.