I’m eating a Boston cream donut today.
Boston cream donuts: your favourite kind.
Since your death I’ve eaten too many,
Always an excuse to eat one—or two.
Too many excuses to drink and eat.
Today’s your birthday in Heaven at 38
Where you’ll continue to age,
But here on earth, forever 36.
In my solitude I insert candles in the donut,
Between my tears I light two wicks:
One for each birthday you’ve missed on earth.
I make a wish—a wish that’ll never come true—
And blow out flickering flames.
Happy birthday in Heaven, sweet son.
Happy birthday, Matthew, my cherubic babe.