Apparently, April is the month to celebrate poetry.
I vividly remember having to memorize “Jonathan Bing” and “The Owl and the Pussy-Cat” for declamation contests during my preschool days. I’ve written and read a bit of poetry over the years, but I kinda have a love-hate relationship with it. Sort of. I very much dislike being forced to read and write and analyze poetry for English classes. But, I do have several poems that I really like.
One of my favorites is “Annabel Lee” by Edgar Allan Poe. When I first read it years ago, it somewhat reminded me of a late loved one . . . And it reminds me of that person still every time I read it. It goes like this: