Snow fell, one day in April
Lungs stilled, hearts quivered and froze
On what should have been
A warm day in spring.
Poet’s Notes: This is a sad and personal piece written to recall how I and the rest of my family felt when my dad passed away last year. As the poem states, it was a day in April and, though I didn’t think it at the time, that day was a contrast to spring’s image of growth and birth; thus I had to write about it.
Editor’s Note: While Father’s Day is a source of joy to me as a father, it is tinged with sorrow to me as a son whose own father has been dead for many years. As my father also died “one day in April,” I am personally moved by Ms. July’s brief but touching elegy.