April granted me my First Communion.
And a broken heart from my highschool boyfriend.
It required my efforts for the one mile relay.
And nine celebrations of my young cousin’s birthday.
It demanded a finished senior thesis:
“On Victor Frankle and Hope in Crisis.”
April presented to us Divine Mercy Sunday
And the joyful news of a January baby.
It tolled church bells for the pope from Poland,
The saintly Father of a generation broken.
April marked a rediscovery of me
With confused intense creativity.
The winter’s final doom.
The flower’s budding bloom.
Summer’s freedom soon.
April.
