Mary, you were born for a reason
in April, the month of rebirth
where the earth shows
over and over how beauty
returns like birdsong
from what’s long been buried
tulips in all hues on long stems
your brother
in your son’s smile, his wry humor
your Uncle Jim flies once again
in the small Cessna
your daughter charters for flight school
your Nana whose expansive heart
cherished all nine grandchildren
now beats inside of yours –
all that was lost
comes back to you
