Noodles

And just like that,

One message

And we are done

I respond

And leave my phone on my bed

Walk to the kitchen to

Make dinner

Do you need my help?

My mother asks

Yes,

I want to tell her.

Not with the food

But this grief I must now endure

Grief over the loss of

Something

She didn't even know was

Mine

But the noodles are cooked and

Ready to be taken

Off the heat

The eggs need to be boiled

The shrimp sauteed

All so manageable

Compared to the task

You've left me with