Lost in April

Written and posted in memory of my Aunt Jeanne (my mother’s oldest and closest sister) who died suddenly on April 7, 2012…

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

If only what was past
could come to life
like the willow
In April
when cold breezes still blow
and something like its heart
tells it to grow
and dries its fresh tears
of green.

The nodding daffodils
seem to agree
as they sound the
good news of
having shadows at last
while joined by violets
lost in the grass
rummaged by rabbits
and deer.

Not all the singing birds
are silenced for
the one fading
in my hand
perhaps choosing to die
on the fragile flight of
a butterfly
colored like the daffs
as if…

born of them.  

Copyright 2012 by DM Denton

©Artwork and writing, unless otherwise indicated, are the property of Diane M Denton. Please request permission to reproduce or post elsewhere with a link back to bardessdmdenton. Thank you.

36 thoughts on “Lost in April

  1. Thoughtful, sweet and loving tributes – your poem and artwork for your Aunt Jeanne. I’m so sorry for your loss. I can only imagine what it must be like for your mom to lose a sister… Siblings are our life long companions, they are with us longer than our parents, spouses or children… *hugs*


    • Thank you, Barbara. I so appreciate your comment and condolences. Yes, my mom is being brave but I know it is very difficult for her. Even though her sister lived away, they would talk a few times a week on the phone. Hugs back!


  2. Ahhh, Diane, if only it could happen:
    If only what was past
    could come to life
    like the willow
    In April
    when cold breezes still blow
    and something like the sun
    tells it to grow
    But, of course, the past does not come to life. It lies behind us with days we can hardly remember and hours that blessed us so deeply that it makes us who we are. All we can do is remember what we can and hold the memory of those we have loved and who loved us in words or reflections back on moments that we did not notice as completely as we should have at the time.
    You have made life beautiful in this poem–as it is beautiful. You have shown the grief made more powerful by the existence of beauty and the renewal of spring. I’m sorry your Aunt died.
    May you, and especially your mother, let her spirit still brighten your days.


    • Thank you for your heartfelt comment, Thomas. Of course I thought of you and Ethel and Sonja when I wrote this. Grief is so personal and yet so universal too. I have a little plaque with a quote by St Augustine: “We are what we remember.” It seems, at first, like a way of being that holds us back, but somehow as the seasons move along out of ‘the memory’ of what was before so do we. As I write this spring is bowing and shivering under a barrage of icy snow today here. But tomorrow or the next day or the next it will lift up and wipe its tears and smile again. I shared your thoughtful lovely words with my mother and she was very moved by them (and by the grief you bear). She sends her heartfelt thanks to you too.


  3. This is a beautiful tribute Diane, and the illustrations, too, are as lovely as ever.

    It’s so hard to bear when someone goes suddenly, but then I guess all loss is hard to bear however it happens

    I’m sure this tribute will be of some succour to your um at a very sad time..

    Much love



    • Thank you, Christine. Yes, such a sudden loss is hard…it will be so especially for her three daughters.

      I wrote this especially for my mom, and she was glad of it, I think.

      I so appreciate your thoughtful words.

      Blessings, love and hugs,


  4. Diane, I am so sorry to hear of your loss, and will be keeping you and your family in prayer during this painful time. What lovely, soft words you wrote to honor your aunt–a beautiful tribute of love. God bless all of you. love, Caddo


    • Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers, Caddo. I wanted it to be a tribute about hope as well as loss…and nature always provides the inspiration for that…well, God through nature. Blessings and love, Diane


    • Thank you so much, Ina. It was quite a blow for my mom, especially. Although my aunt lived in Illinois (we are in NY), she and my mom talked on the phone quite a few times during the week. (my aunt was 84, my mom is 83) Love, Diane


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