April is National Poetry Month. Thank you for supporting women and the arts. ❤️ The dance party in our kitchen, where you give me a wooden spoon, and insist on taking the metal one. The comfort of our camel colored leather couch, and how you tell me to put my arm around you as we read a new book. I will think of the way your whole hand once fit in my palm, how you pressed your cheeks against mine when you gave me a hug, and never let me go.