Today my niece is 13. That shocks and amazes me. Isn’t she still two and a half? Isn’t she 30? I’ve written a poem for her birthday each of the last three years, each year that I’ve pushed myself to explore a form for the month of April. So now she has a tanka, a Rhyme Royale and a nove otto … and now she’ll have a Zeno. If I somehow manage to keep this up, one day I’ll be able to make her a book made entirely of my love poems to her!
God child. A spring bloom in my life.
Watching you grow,
Your energy —