On Friday night, I was reading some poetry to Eleanor, and we came across a poem which contained the word “April” in the title. As soon as I read it, she became very excited.
“April!” she squealed. “That’s where my birthday lives!”
I don’t know why, but the idea that certain special times “live” within the calendar is so appealing to me . . .
Just as a side note, this is the book we were reading:
Here’s a Little Poem: A Very First Book of Poetry — probably the best poetry anthology published last year, in my opinion. Jane Yolen + Polly Dunbar = Fabulous.