Alas, it has happened again. Time has slipped away from me and now I can’t believe it’s April already.  A new granddaughter was born on Christmas Eve and my total attention has been on my family.  At least now it appears I am coming out of my mind fog and beginning to write again. So in honor of National Poetry Month, I give you:

April Fool

By Caryn Moya Block

Chortle

Giggle

Tickle

Wiggle

Smile

Sigh

Love

High