Quick To Forget

For a couple of weeks the phone calls and cards expressed sympathies As suddenly as death itself they stopped For the next year or so things reminded me of her A favorite song on the radio Someone would cook a dish she liked Now I only remember her twice a year On her birthday I tweet she would’ve been 104 Happy Birthday in Heaven mother do they have birthdays in Heaven On the anniversary of her death I post how I miss her quickly scrolling to the next newsfeed Oh look… tiny goats.