I made mom’s coffee today
after picking up
then putting down
a small plastic cup that would probs
end up in the ocean anyways.
I read grandmother’s letter today
I could hear her words
through the tight lines of flowing cursive
always apologizing for hurting my eyes
with her meaningful, delicate strokes
if only she knew.
How much the joy triumphed over pain
combing through her letter.
I realize I’m becoming more
like the best parts of my mother every day
and cherishing the parts of my grandmother
that are tucked therein also.
I add creamer from the packet
and pour in my my two-minute microwaved water
toss in some sugar
and sit down