Ghost Cake

Six years ago in early May,
exactly two months to the day
before she died, she somehow
mustered up the ingenuity
and wherewithal to take her walker
to the car, sneak out and drive
to Stop ’n’ Shop – therein

to buy a cake to bring it home
and hide it somewhere in the back
of the refrigerator. “How’d you
do this, mom?” She smiled,
made no reply. If she exists
in any realm, I wonder if I still
attract her covert, loving eye.

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