To End This April With Couplets

This April has been an April of searching

through the rain I felt myself passing

I had fallen in the new April mud

carried down river upon the flood

I was reading modern poets ponder

place, where I once felt the need to wander

then one evening I read to my daughter

T.S. Eliot's "Book of Cats" to her

remembered the love of the lyrical

rhymes that are subtle and satirical

I found my line again in family

April seems to work in a subtle way

April has taught me things will move on

now I know the foundation is not gone

with grateful heart I welcome each change

new seeds have been placed to rearrange.