Saturday, April 30, 2011

Remembering April Born Loved Ones

On this the last day of April, I am remembering my dearly loved departed ones who were born in April.

Song Of A Second April

April this year, not otherwise 
Than April of a year ago, 
Is full of whispers, full of sighs, 
Of dazzling mud and dingy snow; 
Hepaticas that pleased you so 
Are here again, and butterflies. 

There rings a hammering all day, 
And shingles lie about the doors; 
In orchards near and far away 
The grey wood-pecker taps and bores; 
The men are merry at their chores, 
And children earnest at their play. 

The larger streams run still and deep, 
Noisy and swift the small brooks run 
Among the mullein stalks the sheep 
Go up the hillside in the sun, 
Pensively,—only you are gone, 
You that alone I cared to keep.

Edna St. Vincent Millay

My Father:  William French
11 April 1916
25 March 2002
My parents
My brother and I

My dear Aunt Phyllis
15 April 1927
30 April 1988
Aunt Phyllis and Sally

My daughter, Julie Ann Christiansen
8 April 1976
29 May 2010