“Conseula’s Sonnet”

We gathered around your kitchen table last week,
talked about the three graduations you’d attend
in all your regalia despite the heat and how each
would require every bit as much enthusiasm

as the first – I was enjoying our easy talk and the funny
things the kids were saying when your daughter
learned HBO was free for the weekend;
that she could be among the first to watch Beyoncé’s

newly dropped Lemonade. We arranged our chairs
around the set, witnessed Bey’s interpretive stages of grief
and though troubled by certain lyrics, your oldest daughter
declared it a masterpiece. None of this explains, however,

the suddenness of your illness or why you were whisked
away the eve of the day set aside for mothers.