Hope I am note too late for the April essay. I ask that you zoom into the photo in order to clearly read the poem. (I'll get the hang of this yet!)
The poem below has a summer title. That's because it was written in summer. However the event to which it relates was the birth of my second daughter in April and whom I delivered myself as my Dad drove me to the Nursing Home. At the moment of writing the poem I wept because I knew I would go on to write in ways I had never written previously.