you’re in the kitchen with our son
baking cupcakes to celebrate my dead mother’s birthday.
It’s sweet how you give him a way to know the grandmother he will never meet.
I wonder what she would think of you both as you whisper your plan.
Would she know that this moment,
the one that’s happening right now,
is really what is worth celebrating?
Would she see the way you bring her back to life
with vanilla sprinkle cupcakes?