April is a hard month for me to dodge. It moves fast and hits hard. It's my mom's birthday, as well as the anniversary of her death. It's Dad's birthday, too, and my half-sister's. It's the month my dear aunt, Becky, died. It's also the month I met my husband, and the month I married him, too. It's ripe with everything a writer needs. Love, loss, longing. April, for me, is feast and famine. Drought and deluge.
So when someone suggested a poem-a-day for National Poetry Month, I said "Why not?" It's been years since I've written poetry every day. This will be my April 2018 love song to life.
Here's yesterday's (day 1) and, as it follows, today's (day 2)