I asked her

What’s that April Poem

by Edna St Vincent Millay

That mom so loved?

She, of course, knows the poem, quoting….

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“To what purpose,

April, do you return again?

Beauty is not enough”

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The poet’s desperate reveal,

Threading me back into my family

Mother, sister, me.

Expressing exactly how I feel

Bereft and set adrift

In the underworld.

“Beauty is not enough”

And when I asked my sister

Why do these words help so much.

She said, because they’re true.