Den mother to the seven soldiers
barely eighteen, but more bolder
than a old aged, past prime boxer
April’s so fast, you can’t clock her
in the primal art of passion.
Her style of sympathy is fashioned
after the need for understanding
that her mother lacked, grandstanding
for career and not for April’s grounding.
So Mays grew to become superior to mother
and took the world in as sisters and brothers.
Last night, she saw Santo Domingo
and decided that’s where she was to go
for there was a flash of crashing realization
that in his soul there would be the concentration
she would need to push back to raw rage
that the Lost would use when he find the page
of maternal neglect that could cause her to binge
on the memoirs of a upstart pushed to the fringe,
all because life lied to her nurturing face
that love in this world will always have a place.
Tough Tim became tiny at the harsh fact
that Amazing April had to break their pact
of unconditional love, but in his dying dance
he always knew that he never had a chance
because for all of her loyal devotion
he sensed the overriding emotions
that twisted her inner self
and pushed him towards the shelf
when she would travel near Santo Domingo.
It wasn’t her fault but he had always known
that it was fated by love that she must go.
He had to accept that she had to grow…
But Tim would never never ever forget
that her love was true
even though she had to forfeit…
To accept that was something
he had to never ever regret…