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.
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