This morning's post is all about April. Aileen O'Catherine writes that today's piece is "a poem that I wrote for my young son about a year and a half ago. He had a very horrible injury and a long recovery. Fortunately, things are better now, in oh so many ways.
I have written poems all my life, but for the past 14 years, they have been about being a mother. This poem is one of those. Besides being a mom, I am a freelance writer and currently write for Albuquerque.About.com. I have also farmed for...well, quite a few years, in Peralta.
Right now, the ditches as you know are full, and our peas and lettuces are thriving. So is my son."
On What’s Really Needed Nine Months After Your Debilitating Injury
I’ll take the whole of April,
starting with the stars.
Sirius can warm me
better than soup
and when the smell of dirt on bone
wakes me, I’ll have its sounds of spring
to fight the weighty dark.
I’ll take its rain. I’ll take
its lengthening days.
I’ll take April to me like a lantern,
gather its lip of hope,
and shake my fist at life.
It’s better than the whole of summer,
its teeming carts of fruit,
days of heat and grass, rolling clouds
and water drops against the sun.
I’ll take April over autumn’s pumpkins,
creased and full, its colored leaves, flying birds
and sheafs of wheat
more than December’s sprinkled lights against the dark
January’s new beginnings,
the crocuses and snowdrop starts of March.
I’ll take April and it up-cupped tulips,
its scent of warming earth
I’ll take its promise
and demonstration of what’s to come.
I’ll take all of April,
beginning with those stars.
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